laughs my way to the bank

Wanna park and act like an a**hole? Enjoy paying thousands.

Years ago, I worked as a security officer in a high-traffic tourist area (graveyard shift).

One of my responsibilities was to make sure my building’s loading/unloading zone is kept clear because at all hours of the day we’ve got vehicles coming and going for people going to meetings, visitors, tourists, cabs, etc. The curb is painted white and marked in big bold letters ✶ LOADING AND UNLOADING ONLY ✶ NO PARKING ✶. At the end of the zone there was a single handicap parking stall painted bright blue.

Now the building I worked at was nearby a few large night clubs, so every Friday and Saturday the area would be crazy busy with drunken fighting, vomiting, occasional alleyway sex, etc. All night long there’d be cute girls milling around in skimpy outfits, so the job had its perks too.

Clubbers would take advantage of my building’s valet parking service and pay to park in our garage before heading out to one of the clubs across the street.

Some clubbers would think they could get away with parking in our loading zone all night. My coworkers and I would aggressively patrol the area in the earlier evening hours and advise as many people as we could so they’d leave and avoid getting a ticket. It was also better for us if they left, because when there were too many vehicles parked out front, traffic would become a complete clusterf*ck regardless of the time of day.

Most people would be grateful for the information and leave. Occasionally, some douche would laugh in our faces, say something about pigs or rent-a-cops or whatever and leave their car anyway. In those cases, we’d call our city’s parking enforcement and they’d get a $90 ticket for their troubles.

One Saturday night, after finished a round of patrols, I went to take a leak. On my way back out, I walked past Dispatch and my buddy calls me over to the surveillance bank.

“Hey bro, you got one out front.”

I turned to the grainy feed just in time to see a piece-of-junk ‘97 BMW sloppily parking in front of our building. I murmured that I’d go out and advise the driver, but before I could leave, the driver exited his vehicle.

My buddy and I watched in silence as the driver, a young black male adorned with flashy cheap bling, hiked his pants up at the crotch and blocked the path of a couple girls walking by. He started hitting on them in the slimiest way possible, even trying to grab their hands and asses at one point, staring shamelessly at their tits while he was schmoozing them. He took out his phone and shoved it at them, presumably asking for their numbers.

Eventually the girls were able to dodge his grabbers and ran off toward the club across the street. He repeated this routine several more times with various groups of girls walking by, even taking out a small bottle of vodka from his back pocket and offering swigs. With each rejection, he’d get angry and presumably cuss out the girls as they hurried off (our cameras didn’t pick up audio but this seemed a reasonable assumption).

I sighed and looked at my buddy.

“Well, I guess I’ll go talk to him.”

I made my way out to the front and approached him just as another group of girls ducked away from him. I called out to him. He turned and stared at me blankly.

“Hey, man, just wanted to let you know that this zone is for loading and unloading. Normally it’s not a big deal to park for a bit but if everyone does it on the weekends, traffic gets backed up pretty bad here.”

The douche looked at his vehicle, then at my badge.

“F*CKYOUB*TCHASSN☻☻☻☻I'LLF*CKYOUUP. PIGASSWANNABECOPMOTHAF*CKA.”

I looked at my watch. It was about 10:30PM. I continued my spiel.

“Parking enforcement here is pretty strict. You should move your vehicle or you might get ticketed–”

“F*CKYOUN☻☻☻☻SUCKMYD*CK. BETTERNOTTOUCHMYSHITN☻☻☻☻ILLF*CKYOUUPN☻☻☻☻.”

“Have a good night sir.”

He flipped me off and went across the street, where he was promptly denied entry for dress code violations. He cussed out the bouncer and wandered off down the block. I walked over to his vehicle and saw that it was parked crooked, the rear of the vehicle partially blocking the lane of traffic. Half of his vehicle was in the white zone, the other in the blue zone. I key’d up my radio.

“8million to dispatch.”

“8million, go ahead.”

“Can you call parking enforcement for this vehicle? Lemme know when you’re ready for the plate.”

Fifteen minutes later, the parking officer arrived. He looked at the vehicle and promptly issued a $90 ticket for parking in the white zone and a $900 ticket for parking in the blue zone without a permit.

I thanked the officer and went back inside to have a snack.

A couple hours later, two of the local cops stopped by to say hi. As Officer Morris and his partner walked over, Dispatch radio’d me.

“Hey 8million, is that Jones and Morris?”

“Sure is.”

“You gonna do what I think you’re gonna do?”

“Yep.”

Officer Jones and I lit up our cigarettes as Officer Morris looked on disapprovingly. We all smoked and chatted for a bit, then I casually motioned over my shoulder at the BMW.

“Hey, Jones, check out the parking job on that piece of shit.”

We all walked over to the corner and looked at the vehicle, the two tickets stuck on the windshield flapping in the wind. Officer Morris grabbed one of the tickets, read it over and looked at me.

“What’s the story here?”

I told them what happened and the driver’s response. Officer Jones and Morris looked at each other.

“8million, you got the time?”

“Yeah, it’s… 12:27AM.”

“Well it’s a whole new day now isn’t it?”

Officer Morris proceeded to write another $90 ticket for the white zone, then another $900 ticket for the blue zone. He paused for a moment after finishing the second one.

“Hey Jones, looks like this vehicle is parked more than twelve inches from the curb. What do you think?”

“Sounds about right.”

Officer Morris wrote another ticket for $120 and slapped it on the pile of tickets on the windshield. I shook both officer’s hands and they left to continue their patrols.

The next few hours of my shift went by fairly quickly. Around 5AM, Dispatch scared the hell out of me.

“HEY 8MILLION, ARE YOU STILL ON THAT CALL?”

“Negative, I just finished clearing it.”

“RESPOND TO DISPATCH ASAP.”

I ran down to the surveillance bank, where my coworkers were all gathered and laughing their asses off. Sunday was street cleaning day and the BMW was getting ticketed again by parking enforcement.

After that, we all stopped by Dispatch every 5-10 minutes to see if the owner had returned. Finally, at about 6AM, douchebag came stumbling up the block, looking completely worn out. His formerly-white t-shirt was stained and dirty and it looked like he’d lost at least one fight.

We watched in suspense as he looked at the pile of tickets crammed together on his windshield and slowly removed them. He stood there, pants sagging below his knees, shuffling through each ticket as if he were a toddler with a handful of Pokémon cards.

With a look of abject defeat on his face, he got into his vehicle and drove off. The whole room erupted in laughter and high-fives.

As the laughter died down, I picked up the office phone and started dialing. My coworkers eyed me curiously. I put the call on speaker just as the call connected.

“9-1-1, what is your emergency?”

“Yeah, hi, I’d like to report a possible drunk driver. I have the vehicle and driver description when you’re ready.”

Reasons to go see the new Power Rangers movie

I’m a child of the 90′s. Power Rangers reigned supreme in my household when I was growing up. And when my brother, who is 9 years younger than me, started getting into Power Rangers, it was a way for us to bond. So obviously I was excited about the reboot.

Originally posted by lunarskye

Listen, I might be biased because of my nostalgia, but damn did I love this movie! Here’s why everyone should leave their house immediately and go watch this film.

1. Diverse Cast: I don’t really need to say it, but this cast is insanely diverse! So many different groups are represented in this movie! Every ranger is of a different ethnicity, which is acknowledged and appreciated by each member! And, beyond the surface differences that can be seen, there is an LGBTQ ranger and a ranger who is on the autism spectrum. One of my favorite parts is that we don’t need to speculate whether or not he might have special needs - he just comes right out and says it. “I’m on the spectrum…It’s a diagnosis.” And while he might have been protected a little more by the others, they didn’t try to baby him which is common for a lot of people who don’t often interact with people who have special needs. Instead, they utilized his strengths and worked with him to build his weaknesses.

Originally posted by comics

2. Fantastic Acting: I gotta give a shout out to the actors who played the rangers. Holy cow, were y’all amazing! I’m honestly stunned with Becky G’s performance and how well she did, but that’s mostly because I haven’t followed her music career and seen what she can do. Girl, you were so good! And I believe that this was the first movie some of them have ever acted in. I’ll admit that the script was a little corny sometimes, but honestly it was 10X better than any script from the tv show, and the actors played them SO GOOD!!!!!

Originally posted by phaenix

3. Great Chemistry: Some of these friendships felt so authentic and beautiful to me. A few interactions didn’t really excite me (Zack & Jason, mostly), but the rest of them held their own. Kimberly & Trini and Jason & Billy, for instance. The two girl rangers had such amazing chemistry together and every scene they did felt like they’d been friends their whole lives. There’s a lot of people shipping those two, but I’d be genuinely upset if anything less platonic happened between them. I just want Kimberly to be the girl friend that Trini comes to for girlfriend advice because their friendship is so great! Jason & Billy really were the BROTP of the movie though. The way Billy always looked to Jason for any minor thing had me laughing my ass off.

Originally posted by weaseltotheface

4. A Really Good Bad Guy: Anyone who’s ever seen the tv show knows that Rita Repulsa was kind of lame. She did the same thing every episode and hardly ever left her evil lair to do her own dirty work. Elizabeth Banks as Rita Repulsa was actually kind of a scary bad guy. She wasn’t all talk, and the girl wasn’t afraid to get nasty. I can appreciate that in a villain.

5. Nostalgia: If you were also a big fan of the tv show, this movie has loads of amazing easter eggs for you! I was literally in the theater chanting “Megazord! Megazord! Megazord!” Not to mention Alpha’s “aye aye aye,” and the songs being played, and just ugh! My childhood heart was hurting.

Originally posted by originalyellowranger

6. Potential Sequel: The ending was set up for a sequel (wait for the credits and an extra scene will come) and honestly it has so much potential for what could come of the power rangers! I need it, and frankly, it hasn’t done that well at the box office so without your support there might not be a sequel at all!

All in all, this movie was really good and I would just love to share it with everyone and tell them to love it!

OPEN LETTER....................

To Epic Records and Syco Entertainment,

Let me start by saying, you are two Labels in the Music Industry who sign young talent who want nothing more than a chance to make their dreams come true. On the face of it, that should garner you appreciation from the young talent and the fans who rally behind said young talent. That should be a wonderful trait that you possess, to want to make young people’s dreams come true. Unfortunatly, I can’t give you the accolades you think you so rightly deserve. Instead of taking young talent and working diligently to make them successful in the field of their talent and life dream, you suck the life blood out of them, and squeeze every cent you can make out of them. You turn them into “literal slaves”.

If that abhorrent behavior wasn’t bad enough, you turn the younger impressionable fans into slaves, by manipulating them into doing your dirty work for you. The Music Industry sells more lies than it does actual music. You create false narratives and PR stunts, to change images and boost numbers. It’s not something new. You have been doing it, as an Industry, for decades. It has simply become a lot easier with the help of the internet and Social Media.

I single the two of you out, not because you are the only soul sucking Labels that exist, but because you are the Labels who have contractual control over five of my favorite young female artists. They are not the first young artists you have taken advantage of, and they won’t be the last, unfortunately.

The truth is, you don’t have to destroy young people’s innocence. You don’t have to bleed their souls, or destroy their spirits. You don’t have to kill their passion. You don’t have to do any of these things, to help them become successful artists. YOU CHOOSE TO. What’s worse, you all work together to do it.

I am just a fan blog, who writes theories and tries to educate the fans about the dark side of the Music Industry. You know, the side you make everyone and their dog sign a NDA to keep their mouths shut about.

If the fans and GP knew just how much the big three work together to remain the big three, it would boggle their minds. People don’t even question how a world wide Industry, that used to be made up of thousands of independently owned record labels, first became the big six, then became the big three, If they knew just how much Sony Music Entertainment, Universal Music Group, and Warner Music Group, worked together to remain a Big Three, they would have a better understanding of the dark side of the Industry.

There are some goodhearted people out there, who are in positions of power, who actually put the well-being of their signed artists first. Those are hard to find though. Most of you are all about the money. I understand, that’s how business works. If you’re not making money, they’re not making money. I know you take a chance on investing on young talent, but you always make sure you find a way to at least break even on that investment. It’s usually hidden in the fine print of the contracts.

I get that it’s business. What I don’t get, is the way you go about destroying people from the inside out, to make that business a success. You perfected the art of doing just that, on the young and impressionable people with a love for music and the talent to chase their dreams. In the case of my favorites, you took five young talented ladies who decided to take a leap of faith and chase their passion and dream, and you managed to, in the span of less than five years, make them question their passion for music, and wonder why they ever took a chance on themselves.

You change their image, and make them conform into who you want them to became, because in your minds, they aren’t good enough as their true selves to make you top dollar. You sexualize young women, and have the audacity to disguise it as “women’s empowerment”  You parade the young women around in skimpy outfits and have them bumping and grinding on guys in music videos, even though they are uncomfortable doing so, because sex sells.

You create “feuds” between young girls, and female artists in general, because who doesn’t like a good cat fight. You do all this crap to create false narratives, and false images, not because you want whats best for the young talented female artist, but because you are an Industry run by greedy Bastards.

I wish I could just be a fan who could put my head down and simply enjoy the music, but I can’t because you lying manipulative misogynistic greedy fucks won’t change your ways. I’m going to keep trying to do what I’ve been doing. I’m sure you laugh at my efforts, so be it. I’m just one person trying to fight against a multi billion dollar machine.

I’ll keep doing what I’m doing, and you can laugh all the way to the bank. I just wanted to tell you YOU SUCK! If Epic folds, good, you deserved it. If Simon never does another damn talent show, good. You’ve sucked the life out of enough young souls. I really hope all five of the girls achieve their desired goals, and I hope they achieve that goal under any Label other than Epic/Syco. They deserve so much better.

Four Times | Baron Corbin

Title: Four Times (I should’ve told him I loved him)

Pairing: Baron Corbin/ Reader

Summary: I want all that is not mine. I want him but we’re not right.

Word Count: 4,670

Warning: I don’t really think this needs a warning! (feel free to correct me if I’m wrong).

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EXCLUSIVE: Ginnifer Goodwin & Josh Dallas Talk 'Once Upon a Time' Musical & What Their Kids Think of the Songs!

Snow White and Prince Charming are stepping into the spotlight!

During Once Upon a Time’s highly anticipated musical episode, which airs this Sunday, May 7, Snow and Charming are (finally!) getting an extra dose of screen time when they show off their magical voices in three spellbinding songs: “Powerful Magic,” “The Charmings vs. Evil Queen” and “A Happy Beginning.”

ET had the pleasure of visiting Once Upon a Time’s set in Vancouver, Canada, last month during filming of the musical extravaganza, and we sat down with stars Ginnifer Goodwin and Josh Dallas to chat all about Snowing’s songs in the musical, what they’re hoping to steal from set and what their kids think about their new vocal adventures!

When you first found out that the musical episode was happening, what was your reaction?
JD: Ummm… what?!
GG: [Laughs] I always thought that I was dying to perform in a musical episode, and then when it became a reality, I pretty much tried to beg my way out of it.
JD: For Once Upon a Time, it suits the musical format so well because we deal with big emotions all the time and…
GG: High stakes!
JD: High stakes, exactly. And that’s what musicals are, you know, the emotions get so big and so raw that the only thing left to do is sing!

What kinds of songs are you two going to be singing together?
JD:
Well, we’ve had a bunch of beautiful original songs written for the musical episode, so we’ve got a couple of numbers. Talking about some powerful magic and we’ve got a singing showdown with the Evil Queen and a big group number.
GG: About the power of love versus occult magic.
JD: It’s fun!

Have you guys been singing all your songs together at home?
JD:
Oh yeah!
GG: Oh yeah, we’ve had no choice. Our son, our eldest son, actually really loves hearing the recording of our duet.
JD: I know, but he makes me feel really self-conscious.
GG: Why?
JD: Because every time I start singing he goes, “Ha ha ha! That’s daddy’s voice!”
GG:[Laughs]
JD: And I’m like, “OK great, Oliver. Thanks. Thanks for the support, bud.”

How are you guys feeling about the fact that your on-screen daughter is getting married in the musical episode?
GG:
It is emotional, especially because the timing of it coming at the end of our sixth season. I can’t help but have rea-life bleed through and think about all the things we’ve all been through together. It’s wild to think that in the pilot you were putting her through the wardrobe and now we’re depicting her happy ending.
JD: And that’s all that Snow and Charming ever wanted for her – was for her to be happy and for her to find her happy ending.
GG: And a bit of normalcy. This is her moment, so it’s all come to this.

A lot of fans want to know how Charming feels about Killian at this point. Do you think Charming is content with handing his daughter over to this man?
JD:
Oh my god, yeah! They have a friendship that is very strong now. He went to Hook for help and he helped him out in a big way and made him start seeing things clearly, so yeah, they’re tight.

This series all started with a wedding and it could potentially end with one. How do you think Emma and Killian’s wedding compares to Snow and Charming’s?
JD:
This is a pretty good wedding. Not as good as Snow and Charming’s, but this is OK. [Laughs] Let’s just say it broke Charming’s bank account. It’s lavish, this wedding.

Are there any items from Once Upon a Time that you’re hoping you might be able to take with you from set?
GG:
Oh my gosh! We were just discussing this today.
JD: Our wedding rings.
GG: I guess I’ll end up stealing mine.
JD: Oh, we can’t say that. Then they’re going to hide them from me! [Laughs]
GG: I still have my Big Love wedding rings, so I feel like I have to steal my Snow wedding ring too.
JD: Yeah, I’m definitely going to take my wedding ring – and maybe a sword.

x

Villain

Request: hiiii can i get a prompt 19 with kihyun :) :) :) pretty please

19) You and your bias are rival idols forced to work with each other on a collaboration

Member: Monsta X’s Kihyun x Y/N

Type: some angst, some fluff, some romance. (warning: inappropriate language/references)


You fidgeted in the back of the SUV that was seemingly swallowing you whole. You weren’t sure if you were angry, frustrated, sad, or nervous. More than likely, it was an anxiety inducing in-between, but you tried to swallow your insecurities. Heart burn and acid in your esophagus were a physical manifestation of the nerves, mixing with your heart repeatedly plummeting to your feet and back to your chest again. 

Your manager had informed you just over a week ago that you had landed an OST for one of the most talked up dramas of the year. You would be performing a duet, but the other artist hadn’t yet been selected. You were notably excited, realizing what a big opportunity this would be for your career.  Only a few days later, you were called to your manager’s office. Told to shut the door, you were already aware of the heavy tone weighing down the air. She had informed you that you would be working with someone you had detested since shortly after your debut.

Yoo Kihyun of Monsta X. 

You weren’t exactly sure when or how you became rivals. Your relationship had developed simply enough, strictly work with the occasional conversation exchanged. This had all seemed to become altered once you had both been special MC’s for Music Bank during your last comeback cycles. Both of your groups had been up for a win that week, which caused an unnecessary awkwardness between the two of you. After your group had won, once again snatching away Monsta X’s first win (although they would move forward to win the next week) your relationship had changed. 

From that point on, every time you had run into Monsta X, Kihyun had something sarcastic or rude to say. You grew to dread running into the group, which wasn’t fair to yourself or the other men of Monsta. Hearing that you would have to spend hours, if not days with him, set your nerves on edge. 

You tried to shake the thoughts from your head as you felt a light squeeze on your knee. Looking up, you met the sad smile of your manager who gave a polite nod toward the door. You hesitantly grasped the handle and gave it a gentle push, exposing you to the morning sunlight you weren’t prepared for. 

Then again, you weren’t prepared for a lot of things. 

You looked up to the Starship Entertainment building, wincing at the immensity of it. You weren’t sure how your manager had negotiated, if she had at all, but you had agreed it would be best if you used a Starship studio for the project. You glanced over your shoulder to get another supportive nod from your manager as you shuffled toward the heavy glass doors that provided entry into the building. 

After checking in with the receptionist, you and your manager were led down hall after hall. It felt like hours as you trailed behind the woman, her short and thin frame darting from one direction to the next. Eventually you reached another set of glass doors with several people on the opposite side. She pulled them open, struggling with the weight as she waved you inside. 

“Hello,” your manager chimed, bowing to everyone in the room. You followed suit, keeping your eyes low. 

“I’m unsure if everyone has met,” one of the Starship managers nodded. “But this is Kihyu-”

“We’ve met,” Kihyun sighed shortly. Your face immediately darted up as you made eye contact with the cold man. His appearance had changed since the last time you had seen him, but then again, so had yours. His hair had gone from a bubblegum pink to a dark brown. He wore a beanie, keeping his hair pushed back from his face. He wasn’t wearing any makeup, but he didn’t have anything to cover up anyhow. He was brutally handsome, which made the situation so much worse. “No need for the pleasantries.”

“Ah, Kihyun, should we treat our guests this way?” his manager laughed nervously, casting a wary side eye to one of the producers set up at the mixing board. 

“Let’s just get to work,” Kihyun grumbled, launching himself from the couch he was lounging on. He leaned back, grabbing a piece of paper he had been looking over, and crumpled it a bit. He looked back to you, pushing the now crushed paper into your hands. “The lyrics.”

He sauntered past you and into the sound booth and placed a pair of headphones over his ears. Your mouth popped open, shocked by his open act of hostility. 

“I don’t know what’s gotten into him,” his manager gasped, rubbing at his temples. “I’m so sorry.”

You slowly shut your mouth, taking in a deep breath through your nose to calm yourself. “Don’t be.”


“Alright, let’s take a break!” the composer called over the studio mic, replacing the track with his voice in the sound booth. Kihyun cocked his eyebrows as he looked up from his paper and to you. 

“Didn’t we just take a break?” he asked uncertainly. 

“Yeah, we need to have a talk,” Kihyun’s manager responded, waving you both in. You looked warily to Kihyun as you hopped from your stool and past him. 

“Yah, watch it,” he grumbled as you bumped into his knee. 

“Look, this is literally a four by four glass box,” you hissed, turning to give him a death glare. His eyes grew wide at your tone. This had been the first time you had spoken to him since you had arrived to Starship. “If you don’t want to get bumped into, take more of an effort to make yourself smaller. Oh wait…you’ve already done that, haven’t you?”

His jaw dropped as he openly stared at you, unblinking. You tried to not smile at your small victory, making sure to back into him and bump his leg again as you exited the booth.

“What’s up?” you sighed, plopping onto the couch beside your manager. She pursed her lips and wrinkled her nose, a sign you had become familiar with. This expression was usually synonymous with bad news. 

“It’s not working,” Kihyun’s manager sighed as he had entered the room. “Your chemistry…”

“It just isn’t there,” your manager finished. “While you both sing beautifully…there’s no feeling behind the words.”

“The feeling is what sells it,” Kihyun’s manager sighed. 

Kihyun was leaned against the wall on the opposite side of the room, biting repeatedly at his lip. He looked up from his shoes and to his manager. “I always sound soulful, my words are always believable.”

“Not this time,” his manager muttered, shaking his head. “You sound hollow.” 

“Hollow!” Kihyun croaked, his cheeks becoming pink with anger and embaressment. “Well what about my partner! I can only be as good as who I’m paired with!”

“There is something lacking with both of you,” your manager cooed. You lifted your brows in surprise at her words. This was the first time she had ever given you any sort of negative feedback, no matter how small it was. She placed a comforting hand on your knee, but you quickly shifted to avoid her touch. 

“Maybe you two should have a conversation, just the two of you,” Kihyun’s manager said slowly. ‘It seems as if a heaviness has been filling up the room since you have gotten together.”

Kihyun rolled his eyes as he pushed off from the wall and pulled open the door. He sighed as he looked at you, his expression asking if you were coming along. 

You sucked at your back teeth, wincing as you stood. You didn’t even care about the OST anymore, you just wanted to be out of this uncomfortable situation. 

“You need to get your shit together,” Kihyun hissed, almost as soon as you stepped into the hallway. You could hardly believe his words. You looked down, realizing his muscular fingers were wrapped around your arm. You shook him off, recoiling from his touch and shot him the dirtiest look you could muster. 

“Don’t touch me,” you spat. “I need to get my shit together? At least I’m not accosting my singing partner in the hallway.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, accosting?” Kihyun groaned. “I was hoping to shake some sense into you.” 

“I’m not one to let the villain win,” you whispered. “But I can’t do this anymore. I quit.” 

You began to enter the studio again, only to have Kihyun grip you by the shoulder and spin you around. He tugged you a bit further down the hall, causing you to drag your feet in an attempt to halt him. 

“What in the hell Kihyun?” you gasped as he finally stopped, looking around to see the area he had pulled you to wasn’t as well lit and only led to an emergency exit. 

He turned, placing either of his hands on the opposite side of the wall beside your face. He pushed his body entirely too close to yours, the heat of his emotion radiating toward you. He used his arms as a cage in which you were incapable of escaping. Your breathing grew more shallow at his close proximity, unknowingly allowing him to search your face with scrutiny. 

“I’ll scream,” you whispered, your eyes not backing down from his. 

“Do it,” Kihyun hissed back, his words a challenge. You opened your lips for a moment, considering the idea, but promptly closed them, knowing full well you couldn’t get him into that sort of trouble. 

“Why am I the villain? And who even calls people villains anymore?” he continued. You looked out of your peripherals at his hands encasing you, flat against the wall. His chest was flush against yours, a constant reminder of his existence and absurdity of the situation. 

“Who has who pinned to the wall?” you mumbled. “But you’re the one who seems to have a problem with me, Yoo Kihyun. It’s not the other way around.”

“Why in the hell would I have a problem with you?” Kihyun spit. “You’re the one making this whole situation awkward.”

“What kind of skewed universe are you living in?” you laughed bitterly. “You’ve treated me as if I was a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of your shoe ever since my group won at Music Bank.”

“You think that’s what this is about?” Kihyun gaped. “A stupid award show?”

“Then what is it about? Enlighten me!” you gasped. 

Kihyun nodded for a moment, his eyes focusing on your lips before he looked back up to you. “Have you ever heard…that some men show their emotions like children sometimes? That they will bully women they have feelings for?…I think…I think I can show you better than I can explain it to you.”

“This isn’t a drama, Kihyun,” you grumbled. “I don’t t know if this OST has you in your feelings, but-”

Your words were abruptly cut off as Kihyun pressed his lips into yours. The kiss was hesitant at first, soft with uncertainty. Surely Kihyun had some idea that you could possibly rear back and smack the smugness from his face, but you were unsure if you wanted to do that. Your vision had begun to blur in the few moments before you finally decided to close your eyes and kiss back. 

Kihyun took this as a signal to remove his hands from the wall and let them rest lightly on your waist. You lifted your own fingers to curl around the back of his neck and play with the hair at his nape. With his tongue, Kihyun parted your lips, using his force to tilt your head back and explore even further. You relaxed into the kiss, getting over the initial shock and allowed him to do what he wanted. All of the angst and anxiety from the day melted away and into the kiss. Nothing about today had felt more right than this moment. Kihyun pulled you closer, stroking your back through the thin cotton of your t-shirt. Surely, this would give you inspiration for your song.

“Kihyun! Y/N! Where did you go?” the deep voice belonging to Kihyun’s manager called down the hallway.

Kihyun’s lips detached from yours, taking a small moment to smile at you. “We’re coming…

…well, not yet. I’ll have you doing that tonight actually.”

Originally posted by klhyunnie

Cosplay Roleplay (Finn Balor X Reader)

AN: This was inspired by an encounter (or two) I had with a person who cosplayed as Finn Balor at Mechacon (fun fact: that’s where I was in my profile pic 😊). Hope y'all enjoy!

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“I feel like a jackass.” I muttered to myself while aimlessly walking around the first floor of the fancy hotel I was in. I had on an itchy magenta wig, a “top” that was too damn small for me, and some sorry excuse for shorts on. I was currently dressed up as some female wrestler named…..Sandy? I don’t know. It started with a S. Sasha! That’s her name.

My best friend should’ve been in this ridiculous get up, but she was currently at her house trying not to puke her guts out. She was super bummed because some mega hot wrestler guy was coming to Comic Con this year. Being the good friend I am, I told her I would go there to get her an autograph. I thought that would be the only thing I had to do, but nope. My friend forced me to put on the costume she was supposed to cosplay in. “Someone has to wear it!” She whined. I agreed to wear the thing, so that she could shut up. I made sure to grab a jacket while she wasn’t looking, though. The “top” had too little material for my liking.

I had been walking around this big ass building for what felt like hours and I still had no idea where this wrestler was supposed to be.

“Omg, I love your Sasha costume! Can I have a picture?!” This little girl asked, rushing over to me excitedly. 

“Sure.” I told the girl, standing there with her while her mom took the picture. “Thanks!” the kid squealed excitedly.

“No problem.” I said, giving the girl a warm smile. I noticed the Finn Balor poster she was holding in her hands. 

“Do you know where he’s supposed to be?” I asked the child and her mother.

“I think he left already, sweetheart.” The mother answered.

“Really?!” I asked, dejectedly.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. Maybe he’s still around the building?” The mother added, trying to cheer me up.

“Yeah, maybe. Thanks.” I tell them before walking off. Fuck, I thought to myself. I felt like shit. I promised my friend I’d get her an autograph, and I fucked up. 

I walked around the hotel, searching up and down for the famous wrestler. I should’ve asked the mom what he had on. I stopped a couple of people who had the paint and gear on only to find out they weren’t him. He had to be long gone by now.

I made my way out of the hotel, feeling like the worst best friend on the planet. She had been looking forward to this so much, and I ruined this for her. It was bad enough she couldn’t go. This was just the icing on top of the shit cake.

“Dammit!” I muttered to myself, tears of frustration starting to burn the back of my throat.

Not paying attention to where I was going, I ran straight into someone. Before I could fall on my ass, the person grabbed me, pulling me toward their hard chest.

“Oh, my gosh! I’m so sorry!” I said, feeling completely embarrassed.

“You’re fine, love.” I heard a man respond with a weird accent. I looked up to see the most beautiful set of blue eyes I had ever seen in my whole entire life. The rest of his face was beautiful as well. Especially those lips.

He gave me a knowing smile, noticing the way my eyes were trailing his face and toned physic in his tight Balor Club tee and matching black skinny jeans.

“Holy shit.” I started breathlessly, “Aren’t you Finn Balor?” I asked, still amazed at how incredibly gorgeous this man was.

The man offered a dazzling smile, face slightly flushing at the recognition.

“Yes, That would be me.” He responded in his thick accent. He sounded Irish.

We just stayed there for a while, looking at each other. One of his arms was wrapped around my waist, pining me against him, while the other was grabbing my forearm. My hands were resting slightly on his warm, hard chest. Our faces were so close together all I had to do was raise up a little bit on my toes and lean forward in order to-

Whoa, down girl, I though to myself, shaking myself out of a daze and moving an appropriate distance away from him. I was already missing the feel of him and his body heat. I really needed to get laid.

We were still silent, eyes taking in each other’s features. He began speaking first.

“So, I don’t remember seeing you at the signing. You would’ve definitely stuck out.” Finn stated, eyes racking over my scantily clad form. I had taken off my sweater now, due to the blazing Summer heat.

“I arrived there too late.” I answered, moving from foot to foot nervously. 

“Well, I’m here now.” He said, throwing me another gorgeous smile, “Would you like me to sign something?”

“Oh, um, yes, please. Thank you so much!” I said, reaching in my tote for my friends fan drawing of Finn and her beloved Bullet Club tee.

“Wow, this is incredible!” Finn exclaimed, taking in my friends work of art. “How long did it take?” He asked, reaching for my sharpie, and proceeding to sign the poster up against the wall of a building we were close by.

“I think it took my friend almost a whole day to create it.” I answered. “She wanted to come here and meet you, but she came down with something and couldn’t make it.”

“I’m sorry to here that,” Finn responded, turning back around to hand me my friends drawing. “You’re a good friend for doing this.” He told me with a smile.

“All thanks to you. If I wouldn’t have ran into you, I’d be the worlds worst friend.” 

“Don’t say that. You still thought enough of her to show up. You want me to sign the shirt?” He asked, referring to the garment in between my hands.

“Yes, please.” I said, handing it over to him. He opened the shirt up and smiled, taking time to look at the other signatures littered across it.

“Your friend must be a pretty big Bullet Club fan.” He stated, handing the tee back over to me once he finished signing it.

“She totally is.” I said, giving him a smile, “It’s her favorite wrestling group.”

“Do you like the Bullet Club.” He asked, curiously.

I was taken aback by the question. “Me? I couldn’t really answer. I don’t watch wrestling.” I responded, slightly embarrassed because of my ignorance.

“Oh, that’s fine.” He said, slightly laughing. “I just assumed you did, with the whole Sasha Banks get up and all.” He finished, eyes once again trailing my body. I felt my body temperature heating, and the sun had nothing to do with it.

“My friend was supposed to wear it. Since she couldn’t, she insisted I did.” I responded with a small smile.

“Ah, OK. You look incredible by the way.” He said, desperately trying not to flat out stare at my chest. If it was anybody else looking at me the way Finn was, I would’ve been cursed them out. I enjoyed his ogling, though. He was making my hormones feel all funny, and the heat definitely wasn’t helping.

“Thanks,” I said, giving him another nervous smile. 

“Did you want to get a signed poster for your friend? I have some more in my car. I’ll go run and get one.” He said, already walking of to get it.

“Wait up!” I started, “I’ll come with you. I wouldn’t want to make you walk all the way there and back.”

“That’s fine.” Finn said, another smile planted on his beautiful, pink lips. “I was gonna invite you to walk with me, but I didn’t want to come off as a weirdo or anything.” He finished, raising a muscular arm to scratch the back  of his head. I watched the muscles in his arm move as he did that, mouth going dry. I thought I was going to start salivating when I saw a sliver of his tone stomach peak out when his shirt raised with his arm.

“You don’t give off any weird vibes.” I told him as we walked toward the parking garage. 

“That’s good to know.”

We walked in silence for a little. It was fine. I just wanted to spend more time with him honestly. More time looking at him, to be exact.

“So, why did you want to become a wrestler?” I asked, peaking over at him

“So, you want to interview me now?” He asked.

“Oh, I didn-”

“It’s okay, love, I’m just messing with ya.” He said with a little laugh and a smile, lightly giving my shoulder a squeeze.

My heart started beating faster at the contact. I looked over at him and let out a nervous chuckle in response. He was answering my question, but I heard nothing. I was intently watching his face while he talked. His lovely blue eyes held a child like enthusiasm to them, and he possessed boyish good looks. His neatly groomed beard gave his look some masculinity, but he still looked adorable.

“Are you even listening to me?” He asked, giving me a big smile.

I felt my face flush from embarrassment. 

“Sorry.” I muttered.

“You’re really cute.” He said, throwing me a wink. I literally felt my heart skip a beat at that.

My face felt like it was on fire at this point.

“I’m sorry, did I make you feel uncomfortable?” He asked, eyes holding a mischievousness to them. He sure as hell didn’t look very sorry.

“Uh, no. You’re good.” I told him, worrying my bottom lip between my teeth.

We were now in the elevator of the parking garage. I was absentmindedly playing with the magneta hair on my head, sneaking glances at Finn. He was staring at me dead on. Can this thing move any slower?, I thought to myself.

“So, what’s your name? I feel bad for not asking earlier,” He said in his thick accent.

“It’s (y/n)” I answered, glancing over at him.

“(Y/n). I like it.” He said smiling to himself. My name rolled off his tongue like butter. I wondered how he would sound saying it in other more intimate scenarios.

The elevator finally stopped, and I quickly made my way out. I waited for him to take the lead.

“This is me.” He stated, waiting for me to catch up. It was a fancy, sleek sports car. Shocker, I thought to myself.

He opened the passenger seat, and retrieved a stack of posters. He picked up one of the silver sharpies he had in the car and proceeded to sign it.

“Here you go.” He said, coming back toward the back of the car where I was standing.

“Thank you so much.” I told him, “My friend is going to be so happy.”

“It’s never a problem to help a beautiful woman such as yourself.” He answered, giving me another one of his breath taking smiles.

“Thanks.” I said, face heating up again. We stood there for about a minute, just staring and smiling dumbly at each other.

“Um, I should really get going. Thanks again, Finn.” I said, waving at him before turning away.

“Wait!” I heard him say, rushing over to grab my arm before I could turn completely around.

I stopped at the contact, eyes snapping up to meet his. I felt my nether regions start to throb at the skin to skin contact, and the look in his eyes wasn’t making things any better.

“I don’t usually do things like this, but I’m finding my self control slipping around you.” He pulled me into his firm chest, now faces only a breath away.

“What are you doing?” I asked, nervously, quietly.

Instead of answering, he leaned down to connect his lips with mine. It started out slow. He was cautious, giving me the option of pushing him away or keep going.

I was still at first, shocked by the feeling of his soft lips on my own. Once the initial shock wore off, I responded to the kiss hungrily, deepening the kiss

He groaned lowly at the response, and started nibbling my bottom lip in between his teeth. I felt his arms wrap around my waist, while one hand grabbed at my ass as the kiss got hotter.

I gasped at the contact, the place between my legs throbbing. He slipped his tongue in my mouth, easily claiming what he found there.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, running my hands up and down the skin of his neck. He moaned into the kiss, making my pussy drip even more at the sexy sound. When he grabbed at my breast, I made a sound in the back of my throat and pulled away. We were still in public after all.

“What’s wrong?” Finn asked.

“We were making out in the middle of a parking lot.“ I answered, looking at him as he were crazy.

“That can be changed.”

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I was currently pinned up against the wall of Finn’s hotel room. We were making out again, grinding into each other shamelessly.

I had my legs wrapped around his slim waist. His hard bulge created delicious friction along my throbbing vagina.

I needed to feel more of his skin. I frantically reaches for the hem of his shirt, working it up to raise over his head. He pulled away from me in order to get the useless piece of clothing off his body.

I was transfixed by his torso. I’ve never seen abs that looked that damn good. I reached down to trace them, drawing moans from Finn’s lips as I continued to trail my hands along the defined muscles of his stomach.

“How can someone look this fucking good?” I wondered a loud.

He smiled at my admiration of his body. “A lot of self discipline.”

“You should teach me.” I said, looking in his heated gaze, biting my lip lightly.

“I’m a hands on kind of teacher.” He responded by grabbing at my breast.

“Good to know.” I said, bringing my mouth back to his.

Finn picked me up by my ass, bringing me over to the bed in the middle of the room. He gently placed me down, before climbing on top of me. He started trailing kisses from my neck to the tops of my breast, licking an sucking at the skin as he went. He reached behind my back and undid the clasp to the top easily, throwing the thing to the floor.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said, kissing the skin of my left breast. He was purposely avoiding my stiff peak. I grabbed the back of his head, desperately wanting him to put the bud in his mouth.

His eyes bore into mine while he sucked on my nipple. I moaned loudly, completely arouses at the sight of his beautiful lips wrapped around my nipple.

I ran my hand through his short hair as he continued to work on my chest. I leaned my head back, closing my eyes and began to lose myself in the pleasure.

His mouth began to make its way down my body. I felt my breath hitch once he made it to the band of my tight shorts.

He licked at the skin there, while his hands grabbed at the flimsy material before pulling them down my legs with my soaked underwear. He got them over my shoes, and then proceeded to take those off of me as well.

Finn made his way back up to my legs, pushing them open in order to get a clear look at my slick heat.

I watched him lick his lips. “You want me to eat out this pretty pussy?” He asked, accent thick and husky, drenched with lust.

“Please!” I begged. He gave me a wicked grin before going in.

He leaned into my pussy, kissing the skin sides of both of my thighs. He brought both of his hands up to them, pulling them even farther apart. My pussy was completely open to him now, leaking heavily.

Finn lapped at the moisture coming from the hole, dipping the tongue in there every now and then. He then kissed his way to my clit before wrapping his lips around it, sucking on it hard.

“Ah!” I moaned out, watching throwing my head back, thrusting my hips up into his face. His hands pushed back against my thighs, keeping me in place as he made out passionately with the lips in between my legs.

I felt him move his right hand toward the place between my thighs, dipping one of his fingers in my pussy while he sucked and licked at my clit. My eyes were screwed shut now. I was completely focused on the sensations he was currently making me feel.

He added another finger in me, thrusting in and out of my soaked heat. The louder I moaned the harder he shoved his fingers in me, curling them upward as he did so. I moaned out lewdly when he touched a certain spot inside my pussy.

“Right there, love?” Finn asked, the vibrations from his voice causing my pussy to grab at his fingers even tighter.

“Yes! Right there!” I moaned out, bringing my left hand to the back of his head, while my right hand played with my sensitive nipples.

He started pounding into my pussy roughly with his fingers now, rubbing that special spot urgency. He was licking up and down my slit now, alternating between doing that and sucking my swollen clit. When he bit down on the little bundle of nerves, I came with my name on his lips.

“Finn!” I cried out, grabbing at the head between my legs. My legs were raising up to buck against his face as I rode out my intense oragasm. He let me, continuing to suck and lick at my pussy as I came down.

“You good?” He asked me making his way back up my body.

“Mhmm.” I responded, raising up to kiss his lips, tasting myself on them as I did so. He instantly responded, pushingbme back against the bed.

He then quickly pulled away and stood up. He was making quick work of his jeans, pushing the article off his body and kicking off his shoes in the process. The bulge in his briefs looked intimidating. There was a wet patch in the front where his pre cum was leaking out. I wanted to taste it.

He slowly pushed his underwear down his gorgeous body, eyes connected to mine the whole time. When he was finally completely naked, I felt my pussy come fully back to life, throbbing and clenching rhythmically.

His cock was just as beautiful as the rest of him. It was standing proudly against his shredded stomach. The shaft was an angry pink color, more than ready to be shoved inside of me.

He made his way back to me, settling himself in the space between my thighs. We both moaned when our privates clashed against each other. His cock was laying across the top of my pussy. It looked menacing there, covering my pussy completely. The heat coming off of him was making my pussy throb harder, even more desperate for his thick shaft to enter me.

“You want my cock?” Finn asked, whispering the question in my ear.

“Yes, please, I need it!” I answered, wrapping my legs around his waist snugly.

Finn smiles at my admission. He placed his hands on either side of my head, in order to keep his body from crushing mine. I watched as he reached his right hand down to the space between our bodies and grab at his cock. He ran his hot, pulsing shaft up and down my pussy, toying with me.

“Finn, please!” I begged.

“Please what?” He asked, watching my every movement.

“Fuck me! Please, fuck me!” I begged loudly.

“With pleasure.” He said with his sexy accent.

His thick cock pushed its way inside my tight heat. We both let out sounds of pleasure once we were joined together. His cock stretched out my pussy deliciously.

“You feel so fucking good.” I heard Finn groan out as he began pumping his dick in and out of me.

The feeling of his cock moving in and out of my body, cock rubbing erotically up against my quivering walls, it was amazing. My pussy grabbed at his invading length, wanting it to drive me to a place filled with nothing but unimaginable pleasure.

He started fucking my pussy faster, hips pistoning his dick in and out of me. I wrapped my legs around him tighter, rising my hips up to meet his.

“Your pussy feeling good, (y/n)? You like feeling my cock stretch this little pussy out?” He asked, voice sounding breathless and accent even thicker due to the speed he was pounding into me.

“Ye…Ah, Yeah!” I struggled to find words, too caught up on what he was doing to my body.

He began fucking my pussy faster, harder. His face screwed into a look of complete concentration.

I felt him drag his left hand down my chest, grabbing at my right breast. He started pumping into my heat at a breathtaking speed.

“Fuck!” I cried out, screwing my eyes shut. His cock was hitting my sweet spot relentlessly now. I felt my pussy clamp down tightly on his member.

“Shit!” I heard him swear quietly. “You want cum all over my cock, love? Want me to fuck this pussy till your screaming you can’t take it anymore?” He whispered filthily in my ear.

“Please! I want It, Finn! Please make me cum!” I was so close now, I could feel it.

Finn removed his hand from my breast, leaning forward on his forearms. He buried his face in the side of my neck.

He was shoving his cock as far it could go. I was screaming now, trying to keep up with his pace, but failing. It didn’t matter, I kept raising my hips up in search of my oragasm as his cock filled up my tight pussy.

He was grinding his hips down into mine, putting pressure down on my aching clit. The sound of his cock pushing into my soaked cunt was loud, and the scent of our fucking filled the air. My pussy was clutching his thick cock greedily now.

“Fuck! Keep squeezing my cock, baby. Cum all over it!” His lustful demand was my undoing.

I came with a loud scream, Finn’s name falling from my lips repeatedly. His cock kept moving inside of me as I orgasmed over his cock. My walls were extremely sensitive, grabbing onto his cock like a vice, desperately wanting to draw his seed into my tight pussy.

He bit down on my neck once he came. His cock was pulsing wildly in my vagina, walls spasming around the twitching length. He pumped his seed in me, making sure to fill my pussy up with every single drop. I took it happily, wanting nothing more than for him to give my pussy his cum.

He kissed my neck and shoulders before rolling off me.

My body felt incredible. I shivered at the feeling off his sperm spilling out of my thoroughly fucked pussy.

“That was amazing, love.” I heard Finn say between gulps of air.

“It was. I haven’t had sex that good in too long.” I said just as breathless as him, looking over at his beautiful body.

He rolled onto his side and brought my body over to his. His lips met mine in a lazy kiss. We enjoyed the slow pace of it, letting our hands explore each others bodies.

Finn rolled us over to where I was on top of him, straddling his hips. I felt his cock start to swell underneath me.

“You ready for round two?” He asked, smiling up at me.

“Hell yeah.” I answered, pussy coming to life once again.

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I finally finished this 😂. Its almost 3:30 am and I’m just now finishing this bad boy. It was all worth it though. Hope y'all enjoyed! Thanks for reading ❤ P.s. if I forgot you on the tag list and you requested to be on it, please let me know.
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This sorta shit pisses me off. So sit down everyone and listen to the story of what we call the “Kill Buyer/Feedlot Scam”.

What happens when you combine an Amish-dominated auction house and mostly likely an ex-convict who can’t get a real job? Killbuyers! These are guys who purchase large amounts of horses for under $400 at auctions, or they pick up horses listed as cheap or free on Craigslist. From there, the horses can either go one of two ways - to slaughters, or to private buyers. Well-trained horses can end up at another auction, or traded with another horse trader. Fat, healthy horses that may be unhandled end up in feedlots where they ship to Mexico or Canada to be slaughtered. They will never show up on Facebook. But sad, old, miniature, and very young horses end up on Facebook pages like this, purchased for no more than $100 and then sold days later for a 300% price increase. Who would want to buy old lame horses? Well, no one– at an auction. But on Facebook you can find all kinds of bleeding-heart animal lovers who will open their checkbooks if you claim that this horse you have is “shipping to slaughter” the next week if no one buys it. Even if the horse will not be accepted at the border, like a foal under six months of age. Or if you make absolutely no profit, like a miniature horse. Who cares! Let’s claim to ship them all to slaughter! People with too much money and too little sense love the idea of “saving” a horse!

Sometimes these guys are pretty good at selling decent horses for acceptable, if not high, prices. I follow the Bowie Auction House in Texas, because they at least don’t use a thousand knife emojis threatening slaughter in every post. But this guy, Brian Moore, goes to New Holland Auction, where very sad Amish horses can be picked up for cheap, and advertises them for extremely marked up rates. Not only does he do that, but he doesn’t even try to be legit. These horses are not rideable (but he rides them anyway). They are suffering from arthritis or injuries, and terrible conformation (as is the case of the Arabian mare, which he says has been bred way too many times, because that back deserves to live on in her progeny!) They either need to be picked up by a legitimate rescue or euthanized. Not hopped on and trotted around a concrete driveway with a moron on its back so that this dude can scam a couple hundred bucks out of people who think a swayback like that isn’t “too bad” (she is not even old and has a back as long as a bus. It is very bad). That’s the worst part– many of these horses are going to people with big hearts but not a lot of horse knowledge. They don’t understand the expense and time a healthy horse takes, let alone one who will drive up your vet bills into the thousands in less than six months.

I watch a page that networks horses from the New Holland auction, and several posts have been from people who “saved” horses from New Holland but either can’t afford them or can’t handle them. So back to the auction they go. No one inexperienced should ever buy a horse at an auction. And yet with these Facebook pages, they seem to draw in the most inexperienced horse owners who should be adopting horses from legitimate rescues, not scam artists who lie through their teeth about minis shipping to slaughter.

The Appy is listed as $425. The Arabian is at $613. Here are many healthy, young horses I personally purchased at an auction for at or less than $600.

Chip: $300 (no health problems outside of worms and a cough)

Jackie: $600 (no health problems)

Echo: $450 (no health problems; some behavioral issues though)

Socrates: $400 (no health problems)

Belle: $400 (no health problems; she had foundered at some point, but was healthy and sound when I got her)

Roxie: $500 (no health problems outside of being very fat)

In case any horsey people watch me… do not fall for this bullshit. These guys are making money hand over fist and laughing on their way to the bank, all while sick and skinny horses die on their lots. You do not shut puppy mills down by buying their puppies. Apply that logic to feedlot “rescues”. Do not give them money.

9,100 - 10,000 Follower Prompt Batch Special
  • “I was trying to keep it a secret.”
  • “I don’t know how you managed to throw a party in my own house without me noticing, but props to you.”
  • “Stop getting us kicked out of grocery stores.”
  • “Look, I can’t even touch my toes.”
  • “Something tells me that you’ve been keeping information from me.”
  • “We’re wearing matching outfits. Don’t make this any more embarrassing than it already is.”
  • “You picked me to do mission impossible. This is all your fault.”
  • “I know my limits, but everyone keeps pressuring me to do better.”
  • “I have exactly three coins and two lint balls in my pocket, I assure you.”
  • “So long as I get to my goal, it doesn’t matter what I have to do.”
  • “It’s not that I won’t, it’s that I can’t.”
  • “We could care less.”
  • “How inconvenient. I guess I have to deal with you.”
  • “Messing with you is always a little bit fun.”
  • “Stick to the plan and we’ll be fine.”
  • “I don’t want to admit that I wasn’t listening to any of it.”
  • “Don’t look now, but they took our ride." 
  • "Maybe wearing bright colors on a stealth mission isn’t a good idea." 
  • "You are in no position to argue with me right now.”
  • “You stress me out. One bad choice at a time, please.”
  • “How’d we lose? I thought we had that!”
  • “I can help, but it’ll cost you.”
  • “What was I supposed to do?”
  • “I’ve been wanting to dance with you all night.”
  • “Can you give me a chance to prove my innocence?”
  • “I worked really hard on that and you’re just going to throw it away?”
  • “I stopped listening after you said you needed my help.”
  • “What am I to you? I want you to be clear about this.”
  • “Your agony is music to my ears.”
  • “I have no idea where I’m going. I can only hope it’s the right way.”
  • “If I have to suffer watching your favorite movie ten million times, you can watch mine at least once.”
  • “I always feel dread in my stomach when I see you plotting.”
  • “At this point, I ask myself why I even hang out with you.”
  • “One of these days, you’re gonna light my house on fire.”
  • “If there’s one thing you’re not allowed to do, it’s crawl on my ceiling like a spider.”
  • “I’ve practically mastered this piece of machinery.”
  • “There’s no easy way to say what I’m about to tell you." 
  • "You make it so hard to care about you.”
  • “I’d be done with all of this by now if I weren’t so tired.”
  • “Unless you have a crown on your head, I’m not listening to you.”
  • “It’s been a couple hundred years since I’ve had a friend.”
  • “Reckless and careless are just two of the many words that can be used to describe me.”
  • “I thought, if anyone, you’d be happy for me.”
  • “There’s always a problem according to you.”
  • “I saved my last dance just for you. Come on.”
  • “Don’t eat the snow. You don’t know what’s touched it.”
  • “I’ve been saving my love for the right person.”
  • “There’s no stopping me now.”
  • “Watch these smooth moves. I’ve been working on them for months.”
  • “Shapeshifting is not an easy ability to master, okay? I’m trying.”
  • “Are you ready to fail? I’ve got this in the bag.”
  • “Look at me, darling, and start taking notes.”
  • “I started looking for aliens as a joke and then this happens.”
  • “It was always you and I together, but I need to grow independently.”
  • “I don’t want people to associate me with you.”
  • “It’s a shame that you won’t be able to go.”
  • “Don’t think you can get away with that kind of behavior here.”
  • “What went from me trying to get money out of the bank turned into some sort of robbery that I hadn’t been planning on doing.”
  • “Stop worrying about what will go wrong. It doesn’t help you in any way.”
  • “Do you wanna explain to me why pasta sauce is all over my kitchen?”
  • “Yeah, like I haven’t heard that joke before. ‘Need a hand’? Ha, so funny. My sides hurt from laughing so hard.”
  • “Your looks are attractive. Maybe not to them, but certainly to me.”
  • “This just goes to show why you shouldn’t press large red buttons.”
  • “I don’t remember ordering an AI. Do you think they got the wrong house?”
  • “You have no business exploring my floating castle.”
  • “I got lost in the clouds. Literally.”
  • “Sometimes I can see them in the mist or the snow. Sometimes the rain, too.”
  • “I’ve been trying really hard to be patient with you.”
  • “I can count on all ten of my fingers on why I can’t stand you.”
  • “Magic has been a part of your family for many generations and I was sent to help you.”
  • “So, what, you have the ability to make dolls come to life? That’s creepy.”
  • “You had an eyelash on your cheek. Sorry.”
  • “I started to piece together that I was more like your bodyguard than your friend to you.”
  • “I’ve never seen you look so blue. What’s got you down?”
  • “I’m not the kind of person who can comfort others, but I can try.”
  • “I can’t believe you decided on that name for your dragon.”
  • “You should be offended. I’m offended on your behalf.”
  • “I can see you staring at me.”
  • “I thought I had let that fire die out ages ago.”
  • “If I’m the tree, you’re the sun and the water.”
  • “Waxing poetic is about the only thing I do for you in your time of need, sadly.”
  • “I think you enjoy mixing up quotes, because you know it irritates me.”
  • “Sometimes I hope that I can find you when I look up at the stars.”
  • “All I need you to do is cover me while I sneak out.”
  • “Don’t you know it’s dangerous to hang around here? You might run into creatures like me.”
  • “I don’t recall asking for your opinion and yet here you are.”
  • “It’s nice to look back on all the progress I’ve made.”
  • “If you don’t think you could support your child no matter the possibility of who they become or what they are, you shouldn’t have one. No ifs, no buts, no ands." 
  • "It’s so cold, I can’t feel my hand. Can you feel it for me? You know, to make sure it’s still there?”
  • “I’m tired of trying to make you laugh at the expense of my own feelings.”
  • “Don’t ask me how I got stuck. Help me get out of here.”
  • “I’m knitting wing covers for you. What color do you like?”
  • “I’m starting to think you aren’t worth the time and devotion I’ve given you.”
  • “You don’t have to smile if you’re not happy.”
  • “It’s unfair to ask me such a question.”
  • “I knew you cared! This blanket didn’t make its way around my shoulders by itself when I was sleeping.”
  • “When I said I wanted a roommate, I meant a living one, with a job." 
  • "All you need, my friend, is a little spark to help you.”
  • “I feel like you all have your lives figured out.”
  • “Just where would I be able to hide the world’s biggest gem on my person? These pockets can barely fit chapstick.”
A China Rose: Chapter 2

Originally posted by talesasoldastime29

Summary: Y/N was once an employee at Prince Adams castle along with being his childhood friend but she doesn’t remember. Caught up in the curse, she ends up in Villeneuve where she stands out. But circumstances arrive and she somehow returns to the place she once called home, and a beast she once thought a friend.
A multi-chapter fanfiction.  CHAPTER 1

Authors note: Well, this took longer than expected (exams suck), but it’s here now. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 2: The Provincial Life
You were laughing. A true laugh. As you ran you could hear the shouts behind you. The young boy you felt you knew, but didn’t, was chasing you, hopping slightly due to the fact his right shoe was clasped tightly in your hand. You were young too, back in a time when you were carefree. That was the joy of sleep. You could travel to any time, make up any scenario and live it for a few brief moments. You were rushing though a beautiful garden that went on for miles to see. Green was surrounding you as you pushed your way through a small door that led to a beautiful rose garden. Several bushes of different coloured roses. The white ones shimmered like frost in sunlight and the red ones shone like glittering rubies. All the other coloured roses seemed to twinkle as you sprinted past them, desperate to try and evade the boy who was hot on your heels. You were running up a bridge over a lake when you stopped, breathing heavily but still allowing yourself to giggle in between gulps of air. The boy had just emerged from amongst the roses when you looked up. You smirked and pushed yourself up onto the side of the bridge, the hand which clasped his shoe hanging over the edge. He came barrelling towards you.
“Y/N! Give me back my shoe!” He practically screamed.
You only laughed harder and in one swift movement he collided with you sending you both over the edge into the lake below. You swam towards the bank, no longer grasping his shoe. He was floundering behind you retrieving his footwear from the surface of the water. You sat on the bank, still giggling as he made his way to shore, his shoe now secure on his foot. He glared at you as he pulled himself out.
You pointed to his foot, “I see you found your shoe,” you stated, in between a fit of giggles.
He pushed you playfully on the arm before laughing too. “And I only had to swim to get it.”
“Well you wanted a distraction from tutoring. I gave you one.” You point out giggling. You sat there for several moments staring at each other, still smiling. But then you heard the roar of anger behind you as a tall man in fine clothes came stomping towards you and the boy. He glared at you before picking up the boy by the scruff of his plain white shirt. He dragged the boy away shouting horrible things at him. The boy took no notice of the man’s words, he was starting back at you, still a gleam of happiness in his eye. He disappeared in a cloud of smoke, and you woke up from your dream.
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The first thing you noticed was that it was still dark outside. You looked over to the clock to your side. Half six in the morning. There was no point in trying to sleep any longer. The rage of the man in your dream was something to behold and you feared that if you closed your eyes you’d be suffering the same torment the boy did. Besides, you had to deliver the new clock to the schoolmaster before the boys were to start learning. You also agreed to help Père Robert by buying the evening meal in the market. You heard a small thump from downstairs and you knew the vicar was cleaning the church after morning mass. Few people attended it but he still rose at five every morning to fulfil his duty to the close-minded people of the town. You admired him, and you were extremely grateful to him. When you arrived in the village nine years ago, he was the only person willing to take you in and he was the only one who understood your love of reading. He gave you access to his small collection of books when the schoolmaster refused you entrance to the school’s collection. You smiled to yourself and hastily dressed into a simple white blouse, green skirt, leather jacket and boots before picking up your book, Romeo and Juliet (a personal favourite of yours). You headed out of your room and down the stairs where you met with Père Robert at the entrance to his quarters.
“Up so early, Y/N?” He greeted you with a warm smile.
“Couldn’t sleep. Besides I have to prepare the clock so it’s worthy of the schoolmaster’s taste.” You said, returning his smile back.
“If it is anything like the clock you made for the church, it will more than satisfy his needs.” He nodded towards the church entrance, where your clock rested above the doors.
You looked down and felt the blood rush to your cheeks as he compliments your work.
“Thank you,” you said sincerely, “Is there anything specific you want for dinner this evening? Or will the usual suffice?”
“Just the usual but maybe throw in a fruit or two, seeing as you have been working on this clock for several weeks now.” He smiled at you before nodding to you as he entered his quarters.
You walked out the back door to the church’s garden. You strolled past the vegetable patch, where your lettuces were thriving, and head towards your workshop which was a small shed at the far end of the garden. You unlocked the door and entered, before lighting several candles. You reached up to the shelf by the door where you were storing the, soon to be, new school clock. You were pleased with your work. You had spent weeks making the cogs all fit in place and even longer carving and painting it so that it resembled one of the schoolboys straw hats.
You were simply dusting the clock and packing it away in your bag when the sun began to peak over the horizon. The different tones of orange and pink calmed you and made you feel inspired. You quickly grab your paints and plant yourself by the window. You mix together the right tones before removing the glove from your left hand. You always wore it. You and Père Robert were the only ones who knew of your china hand. You didn’t want to give the village another reason to call you odd, so you hid it from sight. You’d had it all your life, you think, and you felt bad having to hide a part of you from the world. However, when you were alone, you took great joy in painting it to create different scenes. Your favourite design so far had been a rose bush. It made you feel a sense of belonging.
You hastily began applying the paints to your hand. You created swirls of pink and spots of orange till your hand was completely covered. You held it up to the sky and it blended in with it seamlessly. You smiled at yourself knowing that your Papa would be proud. He was an artist, and you missed him terribly. You can’t remember what happened to him but you were certain that the last time you saw him, he was heading out to do a job. You presume that he has remained at the job ever since. You refuse to accept that he was dead. You’d have felt it if he was. You smiled thinking of your Papa. He loved you, and that was all that mattered.
You touched your hand to ensure that the paint had dried before you put back on your glove. You picked up your bag, now heavy with the clock and your book. With that you head outside ready to face the provincial town you lived in.
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You walked down the path towards the market place and with the church being on the outskirts of the village (due to its large grounds) you had a fair way to walk before you saw anyone out and about. That didn’t stop you from hearing them greeting each other with a loud “Bonjour!” You were humming a tune when the baker walked past and you briefly stopped to grab a baguette from him which you placed in your bag. As you walked to the outskirts of the market you were greeted by Monsieur Jean, the town potter.
“Good morning Y/N!” He greeted, a distracted look on his face.
“Good morning Monsieur Jean. Have you lost something again?” You inquired. He was known for forgetting things.
“Well you know I believe I have. Only problem is I can’t remember what!” He exclaimed and you let out a small chuckle. “Where’re you off to this morning?”
“To give this clock to the schoolmaster. He says it’ll make his new lessons great again.” You joked slightly. His eyebrows furrowed in slight disgust.
“Sounds boring.” He commented as he turned back to his little shop and you continued on your way. You hop over the stepping stones by the bridge, humming once again. You walk past the washing area, where several women and girls had congregated to wash the clothes. You elected to ignore the comments they made about you.
You reached the market which also housed the school at the far end opposite the washing area. You hastily ran up the steps to the school and were relieved to see that the boys had yet to arrive. The schoolmaster looked at you through the doorway before giving you a brief grunt, signalling that you could enter.
“I have the clock you asked for.” You said with a half-smile as you fumbled in your bag. You lifted it out carefully and placed it on his desk. He looked at it blankly before reaching into his pocket to reveal your pay for your work. Three silver coins was all you got. You did your best to remain civil as you accepted the coins with a forced smile. You bid him good day, and left the small building as quickly as you could.
The market was bustling with people and you decided to get out your book and read whilst making your errands. You needn’t look up from the page as this village followed the same routine every day. You always found it rather disconcerting that the village had the exact same routine each day with little difference. There was something mechanical and forced about it, but the more you thought of the inner workings of the town, the more disturbed you got. Therefore you tried to think little of the fact that you could easily navigate your way through the men and women complaining about stale bread, smelly fish and expensive eggs. You walked up to the fountain and sat down to finish reading the ball scene, having already acquired the necessary ingredients to produce tonight’s meal. You were thoroughly enjoying the love that was blossoming between the two lovers of Verona, when you were interrupted by a deep, smug voice.
“Good morning Y/N!”
You looked up and internally groaned.  Gaston, the ‘town hero’ was standing above you, a bunch of flowers gripped in his hand and from the look of the florists angry face as LeFou (Gaston’s probably only true friend) gave her some coins, it was clear to you that he actually hadn’t paid for the flowers, and that he was simply 'borrowing’ them. It was a nice thought but you weren’t interested. He and LeFou were the ones who found you out in the woods on the way back from one of their hunt. He apparently saved you from wolves which you found hard to believe. Not only did he bring this up in every conversation he had with you, he also had this idea in his head that because he saved you, (and the fact that he considered you to be almost as beautiful as him), you were destined to be together, which wasn’t the case at all. His brashness and his attitude was what made you dislike him, that and the fact that he refused to take no for an answer. Your rejection only spurred him on more, and the one time you punched him because he ripped your book away from you and chucked it in some mud, he simply smiled and made a comment about how you liked to play rough. You felt a little uncomfortable around him and you wondered how anyone put up with him.
On the other hand, you loved LeFou. He was quiet and reserved but he still managed to be over the top at the same time. He never boasted about what he’d done, even though he and Gaston have both achieved the same things together. He was sincere and polite, the only quality you disliked about him was his devotion to Gaston. He was staying away from the fountain where you sat. Most likely because he was still having to apologise to the florist who, despite the payment, was seething with rage. It was almost comical. You drew your eyes away from LeFou’s failing attempts at calming the woman and looked up at Gaston, deciding that you were to be as blunt, but as civil as possible.
“Bonjour Gaston.” You said as pleasantly as you could. He smiled at your acknowledgement.
“Lovely book you’ve got there.” He said as he gestured at your book. Your eyebrows raised slightly. Gaston has read a book. You didn’t think it possible.
“Oh really?” You replied rather enthusiastically, “Have you read it?”
His face contorts slightly. “Well not that one. But, you know, books.”
You let out a silent chortle. There was no need to question your life; Gaston still didn’t like books. He whipped out the flowers that you’d noticed before, as they were terribly hidden behind his back. The sudden movement made you jump back the smallest amount.
“For your dinner table this evening.” He offered, “Will I be joining you this evening.”
The kindness behind the gesture, was thoroughly destroyed.
You looked at him in the eyes and pushed the flowers away from you face before you replied. “Sorry, not this evening.”
He looked puzzled. “Busy?”
“No.” was your simple answer. You walked away shaking your head. You begin to travel back to the church, your previously happy mood (set by the book) now ruined. You pass Agathe, the town beggar, and pass her one of the silver coins the schoolmaster had given you. She smiles at you and you give her a big toothy grin in return.  As you walk back up the slight hill, you made a small, silent wish that you would find something, some adventure, away from this provincial village. Behind you Agathe smiled, knowing that your wish had just been granted.

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Moments: Sally’s Luncheonette

~Life is made up of passing moments. There are laughs and tears and kisses along the way. Not everything is connected, but every moment is worth remembering~

Dean, Sam, OFC, Baby

1,014 Words

Warnings: Brotherly arguing, Dean breaking a few laws

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Sally’s Luncheonette - Red Bank, NJ


“Sam, just- can we table this crap for like twenty minutes, please? I’m starving,” Dean begged as he searched for a parking spot on the busy main street. His stomach was growling so loudly he could barely hear Sam’s rambling about the case.

“You’re always starving,” Sam said, rolling his eyes and closing the case file in his lap.

“I think I saw a diner over here… Aha!” Dean spotted the tiny restaurant, barely a hole in the wall in the middle of the crowded street. Even better, there was a spot right in front.

“How did you even see that?”

“My burger senses were tingling, Sammy,” he joked as he pulled headfirst into the parking space and cut the engine, not noticing the fire hydrant smack in the middle.

“I don’t think you can park here,” Sam announced, looking out his window.

“What are you talking about? It’s a spot. Baby fits. I’m parking.”

“It’s a hydrant, Dean.”

“Shut up. I need food. We’ll be in and out.”

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Lost and Found Part 1

Newt Scamander x Reader

Request: pleaseee write more newt imagines! Your existing ones are amazing!

Summary: Reader accompanies Newt to New York and makes new friends along the way, while also getting caught in the middle of a dangerous mess.

Warnings: None

A/N: Hey everyone! Just thought I would drop in and say hi. Also, hope you enjoy this fic!!

I do not own anything!!!

The smell of the ocean and the chill of the breeze filled your senses as you took in the scenery before you. It was your first trip to America and you could barely contain your excitement as Lady Liberty herself came into view.

Huh, you thought, she’s smaller than I expected.

“Dougal,” you turned your head to find your best friend, Newt Scamander, whispering to his suitcase, “settle down now, please. It won’t be long.”

Smiling, you skipped your way over to Newt and made yourself comfortable next to him. Nudging him with your elbow, you leaned in and whispered,

“You know, Newt, it doesn’t exactly scream ‘I’m just a normal Muggle’ when you whisper to your suitcase like that.” Newt avoided looking at you, but you could see the blush creeping up on his cheeks, which caused your stomach to do flips, and watched as a small smile appeared.

“Well, you know how impatient Dougal can be when he doesn’t get to see you for too long, Y/N/N.”

“Of course, I would get upset if I couldn’t be able to see my favorite person for a long period of times either,” you joked and you could see the soft pink in his cheeks turn red.

Why is he so cute?

Before you could say anything else, there was an announcement that said you would be arriving at the dock soon. Motioning for Newt to stand up, the two of you walked towards the exit of the boat.

The two of you walked down the gangplank among a group of people headed to customs, Newt listened as you rambled on about how excited you were for this trip.

You and Newt were always close since your first day at Hogwarts. Newt was a year older than you, but when you saw a couple of fifth years picking on him, you couldn’t just sit by so you decided to hex them (which landed you in detention) and the two of you became instant friends. The two of you have always been protective over one another, you more so over him since you developed a crush after a while, but that was a different story.

When he was expelled from Hogwarts, Newt begged you to stay so that you could finish school after you tried to leave with him. Although you were reluctant about it, you finally agreed to stay. For the remainder of your school years, you sent an owl to Newt every day and spent both Christmas as well as half of the summer break with him and his family, who claimed you as their own since you didn’t have the best home life. When you had graduated from Hogwarts, Newt asked you to join him on his travels and you did not hesitate in saying yes.

It was Newt’s turn to get checked by the guard and you watched from behind the customs table as he shifted nervously on his feet,

“First trip to America?” You looked up as the customs official spoke up and looked back at Newt who simply smiled back,

“Yes.”

“Anything edible in there?”

“Um, no.”

“Any livestock?”

If only you knew, buddy.

As luck would have it, the latch on his suitcase that you bugged him numerous times to get fixed popped off and you froze behind him.

Dougal, you shook your head as you thought of the creature smiling smugly in the case. Newt closed the latch as he mumbled something about getting it fixed, causing you to roll your eyes.

Newt lifted his suitcase onto the table and flicked the Muggle Worthy switch, a feature you knew would come in handy. You held your breath as you silently prayed that the switch didn’t malfunction as he opened up the suitcase and sighed in relief when it showed nothing but Newt’s clothes.

Giving an unamused look to Newt, the official finally handed back his passport and suitcase,

“Welcome to New York.” Taking a breath of relief, you watched as Newt hastily gathered his items and walked past the customs official towards you.

“We really need to have a talk with Dougal and his lack of patience,” you whispered as you leaned into Newt, “he almost got us caught.”

Newt only smiled,

“He’s just excited, is all, with being in a new country and everything. Sound like anyone we know?” Rolling your eyes, you wrapped your arm through his as the two of you made your way out of the building.


Both you and Newt stared up in awe at the buildings as the two of you made your way down a street you failed to catch the name of. Newt did have a map to the location that you guys were headed, but when you were going to ask about it, the voice of a woman shouting caused you to turn your head.

A huge group of people were gathered around one woman in front of what looked like a bank, who was dressed differently than everyone else. Behind her was a banner with a strange symbol of two hands snapping a wand in half and you huffed in annoyance at the sight. Leaning towards Newt, you whispered,

“I take it they aren’t the biggest fans of wizards?” Newt didn’t reply, but instead watched the Muggle speak with a sort of interest, and made his way into the group to get a better glance at her when he suddenly bumped into another lady that was eating… well, you didn’t know what she was eating.

Newt mumbled an apology, but it was so quiet and the woman seemed to not have heard him as she glared at him. Groaning, you walked up to her and tapped her shoulder, noticing the way her collar was turned up and how she kept her face hidden by her hat.

“I’m so sorry; my friend here can sometimes get distracted,” you gave a tight lipped smile and the lady nodded.

“It’s okay. No harm done,” the woman said as she lifted her food to take a bite when suddenly a shorter man pushed his way between the two of you.

“Excuse me, dolls, just trying to get to the bank.” You watched the man continue pushing his way through the crowd and turned back towards the woman, shaking your head.

“Wow, I guess it’s just ‘push the lady eating…’ I’m sorry, but what is that?” You gestured towards her meal.

“Oh, this? It’s called a hot dog. I’m guessing they don’t have any in England?” Laughing, you shook your head,

“No, definitely not,” you extended your hand out, “my name is Y/F/N Y/L/N.”

She smiled, and gripped your hand to shake,

“Tina Goldstein.”

Before you could say anything, you heard the voice of Newt and quickly turned your head to see him running quickly into the building. Confused, you turned back to Tina and quickly spoke,

“I’m sorry, but I, uh, need to go find my friend,” before she could respond, you pushed through the group and made your way up the stairs into the building.

The room was crowded with men and women that were dressed in fancier attire than yourself and you immediately began to search for Newt.

He shouldn’t be too hard to find, you thought to yourself while looking around the bank. As you moved through a line of people, you bumped into the guy from earlier, who was stuffing something inside of his coat pocket,

“I’m so sorry, I was just…” he trailed off and he suddenly seemed more nervous as he looked beyond you and you smiled.

“It’s no problem, sir. But have you seen my friend? He’s about this tall and has this distinct suit—“

You stopped mid-sentence as you saw a grey blob from the corner of your eye and saw the most frustrating, as well as sweetest creature, crawl between the legs of Muggles.

Niffler, that little bugger.

Finally, your eyes landed on a frustrated Newt as he searched hastily for the creature and you pursed your lips. Looking back towards the tense Muggle in front of you, you awkwardly smiled,

“Actually, never mind, I found him. Thank you, sir!” Pushing past the man, you walked up to Newt and tugged on the sleeve of his jacket. He quickly turned to you, his hair slightly messy, and gave an exasperated sigh,

“Oh, there you are Y/N! It seems that Niffler—“

The sound of coins falling catches both yours and Newt’s attention and you turned to find Newt making his way towards a bench and diving underneath it and reaching his hand underneath. Niffler popped out from the other side of the bench and you hopped over Newt’s legs in search of the creature. Barely catching sight of him, you watched as he sat at the bottom of a trolley that was being moved behind the bankers’ desks. Running back towards Newt, you grabbed him by his jacket and lifted him up.

“I found him; he’s on the other side of the desks.” Newt nodded and began to follow you. The two of you watched through the security gate as the Niffler, sitting on a pile of gold coins, gave you a smug look and stuffed his pouch with the coins.

Narrowing your eyes at the creature, you were about to pull out your wand to Disapparate onto the other side of the security gate when suddenly a familiar voice rang through your ears.

“Hey, Mr. English guy! Your egg is hatching!”

Before you could react, Newt was already pulling the man towards you and grabbed onto your hand to Disapparate into a stairwell. Looking at your surroundings, your eyes locked on to the moving egg in the Muggles hand. Not bothering to ask how he got it, you watched as an Occamy finally hatched and you smiled widely between the Muggle and Newt, whose wand was in between his lips.

Newt held his hand out so the Muggle could carefully place the Occamy onto it, and walked down the stairs. Instead of following Newt, you grabbed onto the Muggle’s arm to calm him as he began to talk to himself.

“I know it’s a lot to take in Mister, but you’ll have to come with us.” Not bothering to wait for a response, you dragged him down the stairs with you.

At the bottom of the steps was Newt placing the Occamy into his suitcase, mumbling something to the creatures inside. Shaking your head in amusement, your eyes locked onto the feet of the Niffler squeezing through the vault.

“Newt.”

“Don’t make me come down there.”

“Newt!” You said in a more annoyed tone that caught Newt’s attention, causing him to turn his head towards you. Nodding to the vault, you pulled your wand out and pointed it towards the vault, but not before turning to the Muggle standing next to you,

“Sorry, this is about to get weirder. Alohamora.” As the locks began to turn and the vault clicked open, you grabbed ahold of the Muggle and took a step forward.

“Oh, so you were gonna steal the money, Mr. Kowalski?” As the three of you turned around, an alarm began to go off.

“Why do Muggles always have to make things more difficult,” you mumbled to yourself in annoyance as you lifted your wand, “Petrificus Totalus!” The Muggle stiffened and began to fall to the ground as you placed your wand back into your coat pocket.

“Mr. Bingley!” You turned to look at the man next to you and he began to panic. Grabbing onto his arm again, you forced him to look at you,

“Hey, uh, Mr. Kowalski was it?” He nodded,

“Uh, Jacob. Y-you can call me Jacob.” Giving him a reassuring smile, you tightly squeezed his arm,

“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you despite the circumstances. But I promise you, he will be fine. Now, my friend and I will get you out of here. All you have to do is trust us.”  Staring at you in disbelief, Jacob nodded slowly.

As you walked into the vault, your eyes fell to the large pile of coins, jewels, and other shiny artifacts that were falling out of the Niffler’s pouch. The creature looked at you, as if asking for your help and you shook your head.

“Nope. Don’t look at me like that. You got yourself into this mess and you got caught.”

Newt smiled in admiration as you continued to scold the creature and before he could put the creature back into the case, footsteps filled the room and the three of you turned to find several guards pointing guns at you all. Before the guards could take another step forward, Newt quickly stood and grabbed ahold of you and Jacob in order to Disapperate.

You found yourself on the side of the bank, the alarms still sounding and people making a commotion about what was happening. Newt bent down and opened his case so he could place the struggling Niffler inside.

“For the last time, you pilfering pest, keep your paws off what doesn’t belong to you!” Huffing in annoyance, you quickly turned back to Jacob and smiled,

“I am so sorry about all of this, Jacob but—“

“Wait,” Newt interrupted, “how do you know his name, Y/N?”

“Well… I might have asked him.” Newt sighed,

“Y/N, I know you mean well, but he is only going to forget who we are in a matter of seconds.”

“I know but, since he has already seen a lot, I figured we could be friends and he could help us get to—“

“Out of the question,” Newt said quickly and you crossed your arms as you began to pout.

Newt smirked at this and turned towards a confused Jacob,

“I’m so sorry about all of this, but you have seen too much so if you could please stand there and it will all be over quickly.” As Newt reached for his wand, Jacob quickly grabbed onto a suitcase and swung it at Newt’s face.

Newt fell to the ground and you ran to help him before turning to watch Jacob run into a huge crowd. Looking back at Newt, you stifled a laugh,

“Well now look what happened, maybe if you would have listened to me—“

“Not now, Y/N,” you helped Newt up, but turned as you heard a set of footsteps come towards you, only to recognize it as the lady from earlier.  Newt let go of your hand as he retrieved his suitcase, and began walking towards Tina. Following Newt, you waved at Tina,

“Hey! You’re Tina ri—“

Before you could finish your sentence, Tina grabbed hold of you and Newt and Disapparated you all from the bank.

I Trained Crows To Bring Me Quarters

By reddit user LeoDuhVinci

In college, I struggled to make ends meet.  Most of my meals consisted nearly entirely of ramen noodles, garnished with a scrambled egg if my finances were stronger than usual, combined with the weekly splurge of a candy bar and soda each Friday.  I worked a part time job, but city rent was expensive, my classes were too tough to work more than twenty hours a week, and my parents had cut me off the year before.

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Arkham Asylum. A place that holds the worst criminals and the most demented minds in all of America. With maximum security that even an army couldn’t bust through, and the isolation from the rest of the city, it makes it the ideal place to hold such people. It’s a dark, rainy island, not a happy soul in sight it seems. Ever since the boat ride over here, not one person has cracked a smile. I watch as the rain splatters against the windshield of the boat and the occasional crash of a wave. I smooth out my pencil skirt then adjust my blouse. I seem so out of place with my formal attire, but my profession requires it. I’m a psychiatrist, have been for about four years now, treating the criminally insane back to a healthy mindset. All of my patients have been cured and I have yet to fail once so that’s why I’m on this boat surrounded by SWAT members. I’ve been assigned to a new patient who was just admitted to Arkham a month ago. He’s gone through several different psychiatrists who gave up on him, said he was too far gone to be helped, and some grew frightened of him and eventually went mad themselves. Well I, for one, have never given up on a single soul. That’s why they call me the best. There’s so much to discover and learn about why these people do the things they do. It’s one of the reasons I chose this profession; my curiosity gets the best of me sometimes.

The boat pulls up the dock and a guard helps me out. Behind me, climbs out three others. With my briefcase in hand and my pea coat pulled tight around me, I follow them up the wooden pier and to a vehicle that’s waiting for us. My heels click against the planks. I take in my surroundings: the infirmary rests on our far right between two guard towers as well as a couple other buildings, and to our left rests the asylum itself. It’s so much larger in person than what I’ve seen in pictures. Large metal gates and multiple guards riddle the walkways above it. “Ms. (Y/L/N), a pleasure.”

“Captain,” I reply before I climb into the backseat of the Jeep. I set the briefcase on my lap then adjust the ballerina bun on my head, making sure a hair isn’t out of place. We drive up to the metal gates and are buzzed in. They open to reveal a large courtyard. The older military leader clears his throat.

“I suppose you’ve read the paperwork we’ve sent you.”

I nod. “Of course, several times actually. To the point where I have it memorized.” I smile sheepishly as he chuckles. “Patient 12188: Tyler Joseph, or also known as Blurryface among the citizens. Simply stated, he’s a sociopath who suffers from schizophrenia. He’s a highly skilled thief who robs the rich to benefit the poor, never once being caught by the authorities, until now. Due to his actions, his influence spread throughout the city and even established a following to help assist him in his assaults.”

“Very good. I knew we got the best.” He comments. “He’s so manipulative, Doctor, always saying things we want to hear. If we don’t make progress soon, I fear he may be hopeless.”

“I don’t believe that. I never give up on my patients.”

“And that’s exactly why we hired you.” We climb out of the car and head into the building. We make our way past the labs, test tubes and gurneys everywhere. “Don’t let him influence you or sweet talk you. He’s gone through too many of our best doctors.” The Captain presses a button when we step into the elevator. We ride it down deep into the cells. Manic laughter bounces off the walls. “Here’s the interrogation room where you will see him. Guards will be outside of you need anything. Good luck.” I nod as he opens the door and I step inside.

It’s bright white everywhere: the walls, the floor, even the two chairs and table. In one of them is my patient in an tan straitjacket. He’s facing away from the door, hunched over whispering something to himself. My heels echo in the room loudly. I sit in the chair across from him and pull out my manila folder full of notes, setting it next to a device on the corner of the table. A bright red button is on the center of the box. This is for if my patients grow out of control or if I feel threatened, I can press it and guards will pile in, seizing them from the room.  

“They sent another one. That’s ninth this month. When will they get the hint?” He says when he looks at me with brown eyes. A slow smile creeps across his face.

“Actually, you’ve gone through eleven.”

“Oh? More than I thought. That’s just wonderful. What’s your name, lovely?” He leans forward in his chair.

“You may refer to me as Dr. (Y/L/N), and none other.” I state sternly.

“Oh, why not? I know we’re going to get on a personal level so why not start off right? A first name basis to make ourselves more comfortable around each other.” He chuckles. “I’m sure you already know my name, right? Supposedly, I’m the talk of Gotham right now.”

“You were for awhile, yes. However, no personal matters about myself will be discussed, only yours. That’s why I am here.”

“Maybe, I don’t want your help. I’m perfectly happy here. I’ve made so.. many.. friends..” His eyes run up and down my body, then back up to my eyes.. “What’s the harm in one more? Will you be my friend, Doctor?”

“I’ll be your professional friend. That’s it.”

“What’s the matter? Friends in high and low places. Here, there, anywhere. I want to get to know you, too.” He throws me a wicked smile.

“We aren’t here to discuss me, Mr. Joseph.” I retort, remaining calm.

“But it’s not fair. You know all about me, and I know nothing of you.” He leans forward in his chair. “Can I at least know your name, please?” His voice sounds small and hopeless.

At this rate, I’m never going to make progress, so I sigh and lace my fingers together. “It’s (Y/N) and that’s-”

“A very beautiful name.” He cuts me off. This time his smile is more.. charming to say the least. “Do people have a nickname for you?”

“Uh,” I stutter as his smile softens. I avert my gaze from his chocolate eyes that all of a sudden make me nervous. “N-no, they just call me (Y/N).” I tuck a piece of hair behind my ear. “And that’s all you get to know about me.”

He sits back in his chair carelessly, a somber looks now on his face. “Fine, you want to know about me? I’m a robber, ya know? Bang, bang, take all the money, run from the coppers.” He smiles. “It’s very fun, (Y/N) you should give it a try.”

Ignoring his comment, I scan over my notes. “You also give back to the poor, I’ve learned. Why do you do it? Do you find joy in it? Bringing the less fortunate happiness?”

He shrugs nonchalantly. “I don’t know. It was just mindless fun at first, ya know? I was doing it for myself. I con the big wigs out of it or use brute force if needed. Then I would just see all these families that struggled out on the streets are barely scraping by and.. why not give back a little? The rewards are great and the friends that soon followed are even greater.” I scribble down some new information on the backside of a piece of paper as he continues. “They never knew what was coming since I was so unpredictable. Sometimes it’d be easy, like giving someone a flower.” He chuckles. “But my friends would let me know if there’s trouble in the future, so that flower may turn acidic. Who knows?” He shrugs with a grin. “I assume you know how I was captured?”

“No actually, I didn’t. Care to enlighten me?”

“Hm, so (Y/N) doesn’t know everything?” He averts his eyes to the table, then back up at me. “I was meant to team up with Joker and Harley; they wanted to rob the richest bank in Gotham, keeping every last dime for themselves, but.. that’s not the way I work, since everybody gets an equal cut. Me being me, my friends and I devised a plan to steal some money back for the ones who rightfully deserve it. It all worked out pretty well from the get go, until that bat caught wind a day after the heist. In the end though, the three of us ended up with nothing except for a long sentence here.” He lets out a small laugh. “The Joker and Harley Quinn though. Isn’t that a story?”

I lean back in my chair, arms crossed. “It’s not love, Mr. Joseph. It’s infatuation, lust, obsession, all from Harley’s end. What they have is abusive and unhealthy.”

He raises a brow. “I never said it was. However, I do think it’s interesting on how they met.” A smile plays on his lips. “Kinda like this, huh? A psychiatrist and a sociopath-”

“Stop! You’re making idiotic assumptions.” I cut him off abruptly making him laugh. “I keep things strictly professional at my sessions for one, and I do not have Harley’s mindset for two.”

“It’s only a thought, but I agreed with you. It’s toxic and I don’t appreciate the way he treats her.” His tone of voice changes when looks to the ground. “The emotional and psychical abuse is appalling. Why would you want to hurt someone who cares for you so deeply?”

“Maybe because he’s the very definition of insane?”

“I’ll admit I do have issues, but I could never resort to hurting people I care about.”

I throw him a small smile. “Well this is a good start Mr. Joseph.” Pushing my glasses up on my nose, I clear my throat then ask. “So how did you get started doing this? Did it just happen?”

“Same as every story. I needed some money, but I wasn’t stupid enough to put on a ski mask and walk in the front, guns blazing.” He chuckles. “Because I’m careful. It took me a few weeks to plan the whole thing, smoothed out every bump, but I went in that bank as calm as could be, posing as a completely different person. Then bam took someone’s entire life savings right out from under them. The money was nice so I just kept going; I was supporting my family, and those less fortunate. However, the more money that came in, the more attention I got, but the more attention I got, the more friends came knocking on my door. It didn’t happen often though since every time I’d pull a heist, I would just vanish. Those friends who did come have been observing me, learning my trick and trade. They loved it so much that they found me and wanted in.”

“You weren’t worried about undercover police?”

He scoffs and rolls his brown eyes. “Please, I have a fabulous read on people. They’re like ghosts to me, I can see right through them. So no, I wasn’t worried and no one tried any funny business either I made sure of that.” He leans back in his chair. “Of course, these heists weren’t clean all the time, people were difficult like I’ve mentioned. Things got bloody..” He grows quiet, a blank stare fixated on the table.

“Did you not want it to be that way?” He’s silent for a few moments. There seems to be a different side of Tyler that hates who he has become or at least from what I’ve concluded so far. This other person inside of him prevents his true self from showing, however it’s my job to reveal it.

“Um, n-no not at first. I didn’t want that on me, but.. sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do, ya know? Now it happens so often that it doesn’t phase me anymore.” He lets out a small laugh. “Typical sociopath, huh?”

“It’s doesn’t have to be like that, Mr. Joseph. You can change and I’ll help you do so. It’s my job after all.”

“What if I don’t want to change? What if I’m perfectly content with the way I am?”

“How? I don’t understand. Don’t you want to walk down the street without people looking away in fear or without being on the run twenty-four seven? It has to be exhausting for you and your friends.”

“It’s fine, we’re fine.” The tone of his voice is flat.

“What about a family or a wife? Don’t you want those, too?” He doesn’t say anything. Maybe I’ve struck an intellectual gold mine in that mind of his. “People are afraid of you. How can you have something if everyone just runs away all the time?” No response. Time to move, I guess. I scan over the next section of my notes that I want to discuss. “What can you tell me about Joshua Dun?”

He finally speaks meeting my eyes with a cold hard gaze. “Nothing. Don’t speak of him.” The harshness in his voice sends a chill throughout my entire body.

“Isn’t he your best friend though?”

“Don’t fucking talk about him!” He screams suddenly, rising from his chair. It screeches against the concrete floor. My heart jumps out of my chest and my eyes widen in fear. “Ask me anything you fucking want, but leave him out of it!” His brown eyes are dark with anger, not large and innocent as before. The tone of his voice is hostile. Even though his arms are bound, he could still potentially injure me. From what I’ve read, he’s rather crafty so I assume he’s escaped straitjackets once or twice. My shaky hand reaches for the red button. His gaze immediately falls down to my quivering fingers and in an instant, his emotions change. “No, no, please don’t press that.” His voice is quiet as he takes a step closer. I look back up at him and his eyes are watery. A feeling of remorse washes over me, but they still hover over the button. “Please (Y/N), I don’t mean to scare you.” He glances at the door. “It’s just that… It’s a sensitive subject for me. Josh was my best friend and my right-hand man… He was taken here when I was, but they did things to him. They changed him. He’s not Josh anymore! Not the one I know!”

“Mr. Joseph-”

He collapsed to his knees, sobbing uncontrollably. I get up from my seat and squat down in front of him, coaxing him with gentle words. “I’m sorry I didn’t know. I promise I won’t bring him up anymore. It was just a part of my session.”

“A part of your session..” He mumbles. “Do you even care about me or is this just work for you?”

“Of course I care, that’s why I’m here.”

“No, you’re here because they want me to talk out my feelings.” He sniffles, the tears still falling. “I’m so tired of talking. Why can’t they just leave me to die in here?”

What I did next surprised even myself. I’m a stern follower of rules when it comes to my job, but I just couldn’t handle him speaking like that. I engulf him in a tight hug and noticed him flinch at my touch, but he relaxes and buried his head into my shoulder, still sniffling.

“Don’t say that. Everyone gets better, even the ones who are ready to give up. We won’t speak of Josh anymore, I promise.”

“Thank you,” He whispers. “A-and I don’t mind talking with you either. You’re.. very nice company.”

* * *

Tyler has by far been the most interesting patient I have ever treated. His view of the world is astonishing and how he came to be as well. Most of my days have been spent with him in that dull white room as we talk the day away. Each minute that goes by he opens up more, exposing what I feel is his old self. He discusses more normal topics with me and is more attentive when I speak. He even told me a tiny bit about his past, which is still a sensitive subject for him. I mentioned some things about my life, which again is another rule broken, but I can’t help but be myself around him. He’s still a patient in a straitjacket. The professional side of me screams, but that’s going to change today. Since he’s dramatically improved from my standpoint, I think he doesn’t need one anymore. I don’t feel as if he’s a threat. Anytime I’ve tried to press the button, he immediately feels remorse and apologizes profusely before sitting back down in his chair. He has a hatred for the doctors here and the guards, yet he never had the intention of hurting any of them. He just stays away. These past few weeks have been rather remarkable.

The two usual guards greet me with a nod as I approach the door. Scanning my badge of the pad beside the door, I hear the four locks click then it opens and inside I step with my briefcase and a little surprise for him. The heavy door shuts behind me as I walk over to the table, heels clicking like normal. Instead of my usual bun, my hair flows loosely down over my shoulders. Mainly, because I was running a little late this afternoon. This other doctor, Martin, who works in the ward has been trying to ask me out for a few days now. While I do admire his feeble attempts, I’m just not into dating right now. So it’s becoming sort of a bother, but nothing I can’t handle. “Hi, (Y/N). You’re a little late. Something I didn’t expect from someone so pristine as you.” He smiles warmly as I sit down, smoothing out my skirt. I set my case on the table.

“I know, I’m sorry. It’s a long story. It’s nice to see you, too, Tyler.” I return his smile.

He chuckles and leans back in his chair, arms bound by the rather hideous jacket. “Trust me I have all the time to listen to your endeavors.”

“Okay, but first I have a surprise for you.”

He raises a brow as I stand up and motion him to do the same. “Turn around,” He does so hesitantly. My fingers carefully undo the four buckles in the back then turn him around as stares at me in awe. The only thing that’s holding his arms now is the front strap so I release that, too. His arms fall to his sides, the bindings graze the floor. “You’re letting me go?”

“Well, not exactly. I’m not making you wear that anymore. You’ve improved so much, it’s not necessary. And.. I trust you.”

“You don’t know how much that means to me to hear you say that.” He says, beaming. He takes throws the jacket on the floor, revealing the top half of his orange jumpsuit. “Wow, I feel so free!” He exclaims as he stretches the muscles in his arms. “Thank you!”

I giggle. “You’re welcome, but I also have one more thing for you.” I pop open my suitcase and he starts to come over but I stop him with my finger. “Hold on! Don’t ruin the surprise!” He chuckles then gasps when I reveal the all black jumpsuit. “I know awhile ago you said you didn’t love the orange so I pulled some strings and got you this.”

“I appreciate it, (Y/N).” He takes it with a grin and holds it up to himself before thanking me again. He folds it up and sets it on the table. “As much as I enjoy everything, seeing you is still the best thing so far.” I feel my cheeks heat up. Ah yes, Tyler has gotten more charming since our first meeting. I’m not going to say I don’t enjoy all the admiration because that’s a lie, but I need to refuse his compliments. Too bad that’s almost impossible. “Now the little flower is as red as a rose.”

“You certainly have a way with words.”

“It’s how I am. So what did you want to tell me?” He sits back down in the metal chair, as do I.

“Right. I was running late because there’s this other doctor who keeps asking me on dates when clearly I’m not interested. I refused his offers, but he’s so persistent.” His look is rather.. distant as soon as my explanation leaves my lips. His warm brown eyes turn cold. “Sorry, I don’t mean to be a gossip especially with you, it’s very unprofessional.” I shrug it off like its nothing.

“No, it’s fine.” Tyler retorts, not moving an inch. “What’s his name?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

“Why not, (Y/N)? We’re friends, right?” He throws me a half smirk, making my heart pound in my chest. I nod. “So what it is?”

“Martin,” At the mention of his name, Tyler rolls his eyes and grimaces. Fingers balling into two tight fists.

“I hate that man. He’s always poking his tools at my friends, thinking he can fix our minds by digging into our brains. He’s the one who corrupted Josh..”

“I’m sorry. I’ve never agreed to lobotomy; I always thought it was inhumane, and to know that he was the one to do that to Josh..” I gulp, trailing off. “He hasn’t tried anything on you, has he?”

He shakes his head with that same smirk. “No, but I appreciate your concern for me.” His hand inches toward mine and slides over the top before his fingers curl around my palm. His touch is cool, feeling like a million pinpricks at first, but now is as soft as a pile of feathers. My eyes flick up to him in response to his courageous action, yet I don’t pull away. Instead, my thumb brushes over his fingertips.

“I told you I care about my patients. I don’t believe that surgery is going to fix anything except make you a vegetable. I certainly don’t want that for you.”

His other hand comes under his chin, the look of warmth returning to those chocolate eyes along with my admiration for them. “I’m glad we are on the same page.” He pauses. “Hey, could you do something else for me?” I answer with a hum, too focused on gazing upon every feature of his face. A chiseled jawline that’s covered with a dark stubble, the small curve on his chin, a small slender nose, pale pink lips that are slightly chapped, and those hypnotizing brown eyes that hold my attention every time I look at them. His voice is rather quiet. “Can we take a field trip somewhere tomorrow? I need a change of scenery.”

“I think I can arrange something.”

“Thank you, lovely.”

* * *

The trip to the whitewashed room was much lighter this time. I had no briefcase, my lab coat was left hanging on the coat rack back in my room in the ward. The only thing I have on my today is my ID badge to have access to another area on the island. It swings back and forth from its place clipped to the pocket of my blouse. I kept my promise and decided to relocate our session to a place of his choosing. Of course, this field trip is unapproved and not recommended. My temporary co-workers thought the idea was preposterous, saying that he was luring me to my misfortune. Internally, I rolled my eyes at all their comments. He wouldn’t hurt me.

I trust him.

Greeting the security, I scan my badge and push open the metal door. To my surprise, I don’t spot Tyler in his usual spot in the chair. I scan the room then call out his name, my voice growing more worried with each blank response. Just as I turn around to exit, there he stands greeting me with a loud boo, a wide smirk forming just after. I jump backward, my hand falling over my chest which earns a small chuckle from him. “Where were you?”

“I was.. hiding. Over there.” He nods towards the far corner of the room where I glazed over at least four times. How could I miss the bright orange jumpsuit? Or the strait jacket?

“Why a-and.. how? I looked everywhere for you.”

He smiles. “I don’t know, I just wanted to mix it up a little, see if I still got it after these two months without any fun.” I shake my head with slight smile then start to unbuckle the front restraint. “There are many reasons why they called me Blurryface, lovely.” He says after a minute, eyes burning into my forehead. “I was just a guy in the shadows, a blur in broad daylight.” Meeting that brown gaze, an instant flush spreads across my cheeks making him giggle. I retreat behind him and undo those bindings as well.

“I see we are using past tense? What are you thinking about?”

“I don’t know. Change, perhaps? It’s just a thought, however.. So where are you taking me, (Y/N)?”

“Well, that’s great news! I’m proud that you’re considering it. You’ve come so far. And I don’t know, I thought I’d let you choose since you’re the patient.” I say as I undo the last tie. His arms slip free, branching outward to stretch the muscles in his arms. I catch a glimpse of two thin lines circling the entirety of his wrist. I can’t recall him ever having any tattoos; it’s not mentioned in his file and none are visible from the pictures I’ve seen. I’m curious to know if any other markings ink his tanned skin?

“So I can take you anywhere I want?” He asks when he turns around to face me.

“Well not.. anywhere. I don’t know what kind of trouble you could get me into.”

He throws me a closed mouth smirk. “Are.. are you afraid of me?”

“More afraid of what you’re capable of. I know how you manipulated those other women before me to get what you want. I don’t want to be the same, Tyler. I’m here to help you, not to hurt you.”

He seems a little a taken back at my address. I’m unsure what feeling those brown eyes hold: sadness, disappointment, or utter shock. Perhaps it’s a combination of all three. “How could I hurt something that I adore so much? It doesn’t make any sense; I’m no Joker.”

“There’s a large number of psychological reasons..”

My answer makes his bottom lip quiver. “It still doesn’t change that fact that I care for you.. Nothing can.”

How can someone so damaged have a slight grip on my heart? There’s nothing I want more than to say the same. I’d never thought I would come to face the fact that I have a small crush on one of my patients. He’s just so fascinating from all the handiwork he’s done, and charming from each little sentence that falls from his lips. And better yet, he’s changing for the better, I hope. There’s a small distance between us. “Make me believe you..”

All he does is throw me a smile, then grabs my hand leading us to the heavy metal door. “Better let me go first,” My hand falls out of his warm grasp as I make the move to push open the door. He mutters something under his breath as I walk out, the two guards standing by the door are appalled and draw their weapons immediately. “Miss? What are you doing? He’s not in his restraints!”

“What’s wrong boys? Afraid I’ll rough ya up again like last time?” Tyler chuckles then I shoot him a glare, wiping the smile off his face. Clearing my throat, I address the worried men. “Gentlemen, this is all a part of my session. We have made progress where he no longer is required to have the jacket. I have everything under control, trust me.”

They look at each other with hesitation, guns still drawn. “I don’t know miss, he’s an unstable one. Causes us the most trouble here aside from the Clown Prince..”

“We will be fine. I have a radio if anything goes wrong. Just let me continue my work, please?” Once again, they share a glance then lower their weapons, nodding. I give thanks, then head towards the exit, keeping an hand wrapped around Tyler’s bicep. It feels so.. strong underneath my grasp.

“You’re a sweet talker, I like that.” He whispers, making me blush as we walk out of the guard’s sight. The screams from other patients in their cell taunt me, but Tyler smiles with delight, some even call out his name. They must be his friends. His hands fall around my shoulders when he senses how tense I’ve become. My body instinctively draws closer, the heat from his torso is oddly comforting. “Don’t worry lovely, we are almost there. I’ll keep you safe.” We weave through the hallways until we enter the large botanical garden filled with flowers of all colors and lush greens. Poison Ivy’s cell isn’t too far away, but she’s sealed off to prevent calling for her children to help her. “And here we are! Isn’t it pretty?” I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, taking in all the scents and smells.

“Yes, it is. Do you come here often?”

Nodding, his hand slides off my shoulder and down my arm to my hand, lacing our fingers together we start to stroll around. “Guess you could say this is my happy place? Ya know some place for your mind to escape to?” He admires the greenery flourishing on every patch of dark soil. “And every petal here reminds me of you..” His voice grows faint and soft. His fingers pluck off a purple Dahlia with a yellow center, then offers it to me. Thanking him, I take it gently with a shy smile and lift to my nose, inhaling the sweet scent. “A flower for my flower.” He whispers.

“Yes, this is Outpost A, we have a Code Red concerning the medical ward, Code Red in the medical ward. Over.”

The intercom buzzes overhead. “Oh my,” I whisper in awe. His eyes fall the floor suddenly, almost like he’s nervous. “What’s the matter, Tyler?” I place the flower inside my pocket. He stutters to make a complete sentence and begins stepping away from me. My brows come together in confusion. “You can tell me, it’s alright.”

“Doctor Martin is down, along with several others. I repeat multiple medical staff are down! Inmates are in the loose, requesting backup!”

My eyes widen in horror and my jaw drops to the floor. He looks up with a watery gaze, outstretching his hands wanting me to stay close. “Please.. I-I didn’t do anything; you have to believe me.. don’t leave me.. everyone always leaves me. I love you, lovely, please stay!” Sirens are heard throughout the compound followed pair countless pairs of boots hitting the grass. “Say something!” Seconds later, guards pile into the garden and fly past my shoulders, grabbing Tyler by each bicep. I just watch with tears in my eyes as he calls my name, trying to break free. “No! Stop!”

It’s not long before they’ve taken him away to who knows where and I’m alone with my thoughts. So many are bouncing around in my brain, I can’t see straight. He loves me? Did he kill Martin? Who escaped? What are they going to do with him? “He really does care for you dear.” My head turns to the sultry voice of Poison Ivy. I must’ve been so out of it that I stumbled into her chamber a few feet away. She strolls up to the bulletproof glass wearing nothing but a deep red blouse held together with only one button and a leaf bikini bottom. Vines likes veins cover her entire body except for her pale green face, and her eyes are illuminating a neon green color. Hair like fire falls down past her bust.

“What..?” I sob.

“He comes here a lot when he escapes from his cell. A kind fellow indeed, much better than that clown. His intentions are good, but people see it as evil. It’s sad to confuse it. Simply he’s giving to the less fortunate. Taking from folk who don’t deserve it, although I’m sure you know that.” I nod slowly. What is she getting at? “He loves you dearly. Talks about you all the time to himself or to me. So I have to say it’s an honor to me you even I feel like I already know you.”

“Why would he do that for me? Kill..?”

“Love makes people do crazy things. You of all people should know, doctor. But who is to say it was him? Martin certainly is an evil man.. so who knows? He certainly has his enemies.”

“Did they take him somewhere different?”

“Probably the isolation chamber underground. That’s where all the severely unstable people are but aren’t we all? That’s why we are here.” And with that, she disappears back into the shadows of her cell laughing to herself, and I’m left wondering: do I actually feel the same?

* * *

The high moon leaks in from the small window of my room. My fingers peck the keys on my desktop computer as update some information on another patient of mine. My glasses rest of the tip of my nose like a librarian’s as I focus hard on the screen. The tendrils of hair on either side of my head hang loosely from my bun. They occasionally tickle my cheek so I blow them out of the way. Hitting enter one more time, I finish the inputting data and close my laptop then slide it into the case located underneath my bed. My eyes find the familiar manila folder located on the far end of the minimalist room; inside it contains information of the man who seems to be taking a hold of my heart and squeezing tightly, refusing to let go. I avert my eyes as my lips form a small line as if he’s standing in the room. He loves you dearly. Was Ivy being honest or just pushing me over the edge? Am I insane for trusting a deranged criminal? I push myself of my temporary bed and pace around the room, his voice whispers in my ear. How can I hurt someone I adore so much?

A flower for my flower. My shaky hands dives into my pocket and pulls out the perfectly preserved Dahlia. It’s almost like I feel his presence behind me. The small breeze from the open window is like his breath grazing the side of my neck. As my eyes flutter close, I see him there with his strong arms wrapped around my waist and those lips below my ear. I love you, lovely, please get me out of here. With eyes snapping open, I tuck the gift back inside my pocket and grab my badge off the desk. Clipping it on the pocket of my white button up that’s tucked into some black slacks, I head over to the door and open only to come face to face with two military personnel. “Oh gentlemen, you startled me.”

“Sorry miss, but due to the recent issue we have to keep close watch on everyone in this department.”

“I’m sorry to have heard, but if it’s not any trouble would you mind escorting me to the hospital? I seem to have left some paperwork I need for a patient I was treating there.”

He gives his colleague a look then nods his head to follow. The walk was silent and chilly, but when we reached the doors of the hospital I broke it. “Did you find out who committed the crime?”

“We think it was Blurryface’s crew, but some inmates were also Joker’s so we are unsure who executed the order.” I guide them towards the area near where they keep the vaccines.

“I’ll be just a moment.” I slip into the storage area and rummage not for paperwork, but a powerful tranquilizer used for calming out of control patients. I grabbed two vials, filling two needles to an appropriate dosage. With this amount, it should take ten seconds to take the down. I peer through the small window of the door and see that both have their back turned towards it, both sharing small talk. I’ll admit my palms feel sweaty, but I’m not killing them. I’m simply putting them to sleep for awhile. I grab a handful of papers off a filing cabinet and exit into the hallway, encouraging them to lead me back to my room. We walk back outside and head back to my room, but before the reached halfway to my building, I pulled out the needles and jabbed both into each of their necks. They yelped a tiny bit before collapsing to the ground, their guns and keys clinking during the fall. A surge of adrenaline rushed through me when I plucked the keys from the guard’s pocket and rushed towards my next destination.

The isolation cell pathway was dark, eerie, and lonely. Echoes of tormented patients fill my ear drums making my feet pick up the pace. The clicks of my heels reverberate off the concrete walls. I wish Tyler was with me; I need his comfort. At the end of the hallway is a set of stairs leading down to a lowly lit corridor, and at the end resides a giant metal door with one guard posted beside it. How am I going to get by him? I let out a nervous sigh and start down the hallway; I’ll just play it by ear. “Ma'am, are you lost? You’re not suppose to be down here.”

“What do you mean? This is where I was directed by the Captain.” I cross my arms to show assertiveness. “This is where my patient is being held now and he’s instructed that I continue my work.”

“In the middle of the night?”

“It’s only seven. You know what? Fine. If you want to interfere with the Captain’s orders, I’ll be certain to mention your name,” I lean over and squint at his name tag. “George. I’ll be on my way.” I turn on my heel and smile to myself when he calls out to me then apologizes. Upon thanking him, I watch him pull out his own set of keys to unlock the door. He closes it behind me; the heavy metal causes an echo.

My feet step inside the main chamber that’s floored with a soft material that stretches up along the walls and across the ceiling. There is only one toilet and small cot. Nothing else. Tyler sits on the cot cross legged, his back is to me. The only thing different about him is the jumpsuit. It’s not longer that fluorescent orange, but jet black. The sight warms my heart. “Tyler?” My voice sounds shaky, like I’m nervous to be around him all of a sudden. He turns his head to the sound, then stands immediately. “(Y/N)..? What are you doing here?”

“I had to see you.. to make sure you’re alright. Are you?” He scoffs, ignoring the question, so I move on. “Did you.. kill him?”

He looks confused. “What?”

“Martin?” I whisper, overwhelming disappointment filling me up like a bottle. Tears are on the brim when he walks closer. “I just need to know if you did..”

“I-I didn’t do a-anything..” He replies in a small voice. “I was in my cell the whole time, thinking about today..” He averts his eyes to the ground.

“Don’t lie to me.”

Then I hear him sniffle. “I didn’t want him to bother you anymore.. so I sent in some of my friends to take care of it..” He looks up with wet cheeks. “Don’t hate me, lovely. You mean so much to me; I was only trying to protect you.”

Now I’m the one to start sobbing. After all this time I’ve spent with him, he hasn’t changed one bit. The only thing has changed are my feelings for him. My heart aches and still feels an attraction for him, another rule broken. It was all a game. They weren’t lying when they said he was unpredictable. I should’ve known better than to trust those sweet words. “Please don’t cry,” He asks, stepping even closer, bringing his already soft down to a whisper.

“I worked so hard with you, Tyler, then you go and pull something like this? I feel betrayed, like all you said was a lie just to reel me in like your old doctors.”

“I could never lie to you. You are something special, (Y/N), trust me. You’re the light in this dark deep head of mine.”

My gaze falls to the ground, muttering. “How can I believe that..?”

“I don’t know, but that flower still in your pocket says something, or those empty needles in the other. Why would you go through all the trouble just to see a messed up soul like me? A guy in the shadows?”

Looking up at him, I find a soft kindness that resides in the those chocolate eyes along with a little something different. I just can’t put my psychological finger on it. His thumb slides across my cheek, wiping away the stray tears then it stays. The touch is gentle and warm, something unexpected from him. “I meant what I said in the garden.. when I said that I loved you.“ And I love you, Tyler. My brain begs me to say, but my mouth refuses to move. “Remember when you asked me about having a normal life? Where I could walk down the street without people being afraid of me?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“And about having a beautiful wife and kids?” I nod this time. “What if I told that I wanted all that, and that your time with me wasn’t wasted? Unlike the others doctors, your approach was different. It seemed like you actually cared about what I had to say instead of just writing down stuff in your book. I want to have a normal life.. with you, lovely.”

My hand meet the back his; my eyes fluttering shut to prevent more tears from escaping. “I don’t know if we can ever have that after what you’ve done.” 

Just had a finslave meet me at the IHOP to pick up my breakfast.

Lil fag sat down beside me and was shaking like a bitch. Asked if he could rub my feet while I ate. I told him Yes but give me your wallet. He had $520 in there. I put $20 on the table for the bill. Then he paid $100 a minute to rub my feet. Fucker actually cam in his pants rubbing his dick under the table. He was so embarrassed he ran out of the restaurant like a dog that just shit on the floor and was going to be reprimanded.

This shit makes me laugh all the way to the bank. Love taking bitch boys for all they are worth.

2

“Hey, (y/n).”

You roll your eyes at the now familiar voice and look up over the computer. “Peter,” you giggle. “I’m working.”

The adorable boy grins at you with his crooked smile, and your heart practically melts. You don’t know why the newest Avenger has decided to talk to you the past couple of days, but you’re glad he has. You’re Maria Hill’s niece and are extremely skilled with computers, which is the only reason you work for the avengers.

Only thing is, you don’t really get to see them because you’re stuck in the computer bank most of the time. But Peter…he goes out of his way to come see you. And you love it.

“I know, but I’m on my way to training, and I thought now would be a good time to show you my powers?”

You giggle. “I’ve seen your powers, Spiderman.”

“Well, y-yeah, but…I mean up close.” He holds out his hand. “Come on, it’ll be fun. I’ll have you back in five minutes tops.”

You laugh. “Okay, fine.”

Peter claps, and you giggle as you step out from behind your desk and follow behind the almost-skipping superhero down the hall to the training room. As you walk, you get a chance to admire his lean, but fit body in his red and blue suit. You look away from him and out the windows almost immediately, blushing to yourself. You can’t think about him like that.

He’s a superhero.

“Okay!” Peter yells, pushing one of the two double doors open and holding it for you to walk through after him. “You ready?”

You look around the huge training room, stepping up to the railing in awe. You’ve never been in here. “Yeah,” you reply distractedly.

Peter grins to himself at the plan that just formed in his mind.

All of a sudden, you’re pulled away from the railing and into a warm chest-Peter’s warm chest. One of his white webs is attached to your waist. “What are you-”

You barely have time to get that many words out before he fires another web at the ceiling, and the two of you are lifted off the ground. Screaming, you wrap your arms around your friend’s neck as he swings you around the huge room with his one arm, the other arm holding you tightly to him by your waist. He’s laughing at your reaction, but you can’t hear it over the rush of the wind.

After about a minute, Peter finally sets you down in the middle of the room. You hold onto him for a couple of seconds just to make sure your feet are actually on the ground, before pulling away completely and swatting him in the arm. “Peter Parker!”

He rubs his arm. “What?”

“That was terrifying!”

“But was it fun?”

You freeze. “Well, yes, but-I could’ve fell.”

“(y/n).” He steps forward and closer to you with a soft smile. “I would never let you fall.”

With his soft brown eyes staring into yours, you realize that you already have.

“(y/n)!”

You nearly jump out of your skin at the sound of your aunt’s voice echoing through the cavernous room. “Aunt Maria!” you yell, whirling around to face her. She stands at the entrance of the room with her hands on her hips, staring down at you with stern, yet curious eyes.

“What are you doing down here?”

Peter steps forward. “It was my bad, Agent Hill. I just wanted to show (y/n) something while I had the time.”

Your aunt nods at him before looking at you. “Time to stop flirting and get back to your station, agent.” You blush when she says “flirting.” “I’m more lenient with you, but you still do work here.”

Nodding, you scuttle quickly away from Peter. “Yes ma'am.”

“Bye, (y/n)!”

Turning around, you smile at Peter once more. “Bye, Peter.” Then you exit through where you came and follow your aunt back to your station.

in 1917, the willemses get a roommate. their neighbors think nothing of it, for all they know the poor guy could be low on money and they’re just being nice. elyse has been known to give money to kind strangers, and james has a smile that makes everyone happier. it’s a little curious when they come home hand-in-hand-in-hand, but maybe that’s just good manners.

the roommate, adam, is a bartender at one of the more elegant clubs in town. everyone loves him, he’s a real ladies’ man, yet no one ever sees him leave with anyone. they don’t know he’s been pocketing money since the day he was hired. james and elyse enter his life suddenly, and it still shocks him to think about.

james tries to steal from him, thats how they meet. he drags adam out from behind the bar, dances with him, slips a hand into his pocket to take his wallet–all while smirking and dancing dirty. adam leans in and whispers, “i know you took my wallet, put it back before things get ugly”, and james watches in awe as adam dances his way back behind the bar, a smug grin plastered on his face.

they hit up a bank together a week later. the first time he meets elyse is outside the bank, when she throws him a mask and winks at him. he should be terrified, these two beautiful people dragging him into their life of mayhem and robbery so suddenly, but…he’s the furthest thing from scared. they get the money, run away laughing with their hearts in their throats and the sirens in their ears, and elyse kisses the breath out of adam in a back alley.

hufflebee  asked:

208 with whatever ship you want 💕

thanks francy ily!!

208. At what point did you think that was a good idea?

Simon was covered in dirt, his jeans were ripped, he had at least 3 scratches on his face – at least only one of them was bleeding – and he was sitting on the ground in the pouring rain, watching Jace walk out of his car a few feet away that he got a couple of months ago due to his newfound obsession with cars that started after randomly volunteering to go to a car museum with Luke and Clary. His facial expression immediately changed from annoyed to horrified as he ran up to where Simon was sitting on the sidewalk.

 -       Oh my god, what happened? Was there an attack? Are you still getting hunted for being a daylighter? Are there demons around? Was it some dumbass shadowhunter because I swear to god if it was, I’m not even going to bother telling Alec, I’m just going to go beat his ass myself, who the fuck gave him the right to-

-       Nothing like that happened, dude, chill, I’m safe! – Simon interrupted him, a warm feeling forming in his chest at the realization that Jace was worried about him.

-       Oh. – He made a pause, trying his best to go back to the annoyed uncaring expression that he constantly tries to remain when Simon is around, despite how a giggle or two always does slip whenever Simon makes a joke that is just too nerdy or dumb and then he always turns to Jace, never missing the chance to give him a wink and finger guns and always getting an attempt to suppress a smile and an eyeroll back.

-       What happened then? – Jace kneeled down helping Simon up. – Can you walk?

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"Great, how are we supposed to get home now?" for FenHawke? <3

The waiter and the cook are talking at the counter, casual and light conversation. One laughs at something the other one has said, maybe a little more than the joke deserves. Hawke has her elbows on the table, chin on her palm, looking adoringly out the window. The bill has been paid, the plates cleared away, and they’re the only ones in the restaurant. Besides the waiter and the cook, of course. Fenris is frowning as he scrolls through his phone, sighs as he lifts his eyes to the window. The snow continues to fall, layer upon white layer, falling gently over the city.

It’s brighter than it should be, the snow reflecting every bit of light. It falls through the bloom of the streetlamps, glowing storefronts. “There are no taxis running,” he says, “how are we supposed to get home now?” Hawke turns to him, positively beaming.

“We walk.” She’s already getting up, taking her coat from the back of the chair. Wrapping her scarf around her neck, pulling on her gloves. Fenris fights away the smile at the edge of his lips, follows her example. She shouts a cheery goodbye to the waiter and the cook, waves as the door chimes when she opens it. He holds the door for her, then follows her out. She fights her way to the street, maniacally laughing as she stomps through knee-high snow banks.

He follows after her, then stops, bends over. Gathering up snow in his palms, balling it together. It hits her square in the back. She instantly stops in her tracks, whirls to face him. “I can’t believe you’ve done this,” she says, “betrayed by my own boyfriend.” She dramatically falls backwards, feet making a brief appearance before disappearing yet again. He laughs as he wades through the snow to her, peers over to look at her. Tongue sticking out of her mouth, eyes closed, snow and hair stuck to her face.

“Very funny,” he tells her, “but we should go home before it gets worse.” It smacks him on the side of the face, cold dripping in his ear and down his neck, half knocking off his toque. She’s scrambling as she cackles, desperately trying to get up and run. He tackles her back down, and they laugh together as he straddles her, reaches for snow to pile up onto her. She reaches up, grabs the dangling strings of his hat, yanks it down to cover his eyes.

She pulls him down, and her face is cold but her lips are warm, and he can feel the smile in it. Half tasting her laughter, the lingering ale, all distinctly Hawke. She relinquishes him long enough to allow him to raise the hat, and she grins when his gaze focuses on her. Their faces are still close together, practically nose against nose, and he leans back only slightly to see all of her. The rosy red cheeks, the matching pink of her nose, the freckles that dot her face. Melting snowflakes on her skin, the fading wet.

He smiles at her, brushes his hand against her cheek. “I love you Hawke,” he says, “you’re so beautiful.” A red that’s unrelated to the cold, separate from the snow. Looking away shyly, suddenly bashful under his gaze. He chuckles slightly – brave Hawke rendered timid from a mere compliment. Not from every compliment, always only his. It makes him kiss her again, and again, and again.